Langston walked over to Kinth, and extended his hand. They shook as brothers whom were once strangers.
“Hey kid, take care of him, will ya’?”
“I got him covered,” Jesse replied with a cocky tone, as he wasted no time entering the tunnel behind Miles.
“Goodness, the theatrics in this place. All right kid, let’s go.”
Langston started to climb into the hole after Jesse, when he stopped suddenly. “Wait. What are you going to do to him?”
“Don’t worry about it. My problem.”
“No, it’s our problem.”
“Oh, so all of a sudden you are a part of this? It’s my problem. Go home – live your life. I’m sure our paths will cross again.”
“Oh boy. The drama! Can we go please?” Miles grew frustrated.
“Why wouldn’t I be a part? I just found out that we are brothers of the same father. I won’t have much of a life without knowing how this ends.”
“We need to go, now. I can smell someone headed toward this room,” Miles chimed in.
“Okay, tough guy. What do you suggest then?” Kinth asked.
“Find a way out – meet us at your station.”
“Can’t go back there.”
“Right, they will check there first. Okay, well find us somehow; send us a signal. Just deal with him later. He is the only one who knows what happened to our father. If you kill him then you kill information we need. Besides, he will be obsessed with finding you, now that he knows you are alive. Have him come to us, on our terms. You are strong – yes – but you are stronger with us at your sides. I can help somehow.”
Kinth sat down on a barrel of ale, and stroked his beard; he listened to Langston’s offer.
“Go, now. I will find you.”
“But –“
“Go!”
The doors in the room opened, moments after Kinth shoved Langston into the tunnel. He moved a few barrels of ale in front of the hole to block the entrance. Then he pretended to be bound to the column that he had been before.
“Ah, my brother Kinth,” the Guardian looked around as he spoke. “Wait. Wait a minute. I told you to bring them all to the cellar!”
“We did, sir.”
“Well, where are they? Find them!”
“They are long gone. Out of your reach, brother.”
“Nothing is out of my reach.”
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