"She still won't say anything?" Byron asked, rubbing the pink lipstick marks on his face.
Leonard shook his head and gave him a meaningful look. "Young Master Rowan specifically ordered us to keep this prisoner alive. You'd better not get any ideas about her."
Do I look like the sort of man who can't walk past a pretty woman? I really don't know what goes through your head all day.
"Oh, shut it. Don't talk nonsense. I'm just curious. Knowing the young master, he wouldn't spare a pirate war criminal so easily. Don't forget, this female rogue took part in the attempt to assassinate him," Byron said, curiosity written all over his face.
Young Master Rowan was decisive and ruthless. When it came to Freehold's pirates, he had always preferred to kill them and be done with it.
An enemy with no use was worthless in the young master's eyes.
Byron was right. Young Master Rowan certainly wouldn't spare the female rogue just because she was beautiful. Since he had kept this elf rogue alive, he must have had his reasons.
Moonlight bathed the streets, and the lights in the residential windows went out one after another.
Byron and Leonard were on guard duty tonight, so they had to return early.
The cellar of the Southshore inn had been temporarily converted into a prison for war criminals. Although it held only one female rogue, nearly ten soldiers still stood guard there.
"Wilson, go get some rest." Leonard exchanged a hand slap with the young sergeant. Wilson respectfully saluted his superior and led his men out of the prison.
The dim prison held only one war criminal and had plenty of room. It was so quiet that Byron and Leonard could even hear each other breathing.
Looking at the female rogue