The princeling was scared. Wide eyed, shaking and pale, like a typical steer. He probably would have bolted if Tibe hadn't been standing between him and the door to the bar room.
Tibe hooked his foot around a chair and pulled it across to sit on. At the other end of the table, Marcus sat down. The princeling though, remained standing. Was he waiting for an invitation? Or ready to make a quick get away? Tibe sniggered.
Marcus coughed. "Tibe, this is Prince--"
"I know who he is."
"Well then, Randall, this is my friend Tibe." Marcus tugged at a strand of blonde-tipped hair. "He's the Raven Second, as I said."
The princeling nodded. "That's good." He hadn't realised that by now? Tibe scowled. Even if the steer wasn't familiar with the colours of the armbands, the raven tattoos should have been a giveaway. Tibe pushed a gold chain down his arm and leaned his elbows on the table. Even a steer couldn't miss the black birds now.
Tibe flexed his muscles, making the ravens look ready to take flight. "You're going to help us," he said, and leaned forward to emphasize the menace in his voice. "You're going to tell us how to get into the castle after dark and lead us to the King's chambers."
"I can't." The princeling rubbed at the sweat on his forehead. "Never -- I won't betray the King."
Tibe slammed his fist onto the table. "Do you realize who we are? You don't do what we ask, you'll be carrying your balls home in a bag."
Marcus coughed and shuffled his feet.
The steer reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch that he had carried with him since puberty. "Like this?" He opened the pouch. "Why do you think they call me the steer?"
Tibe's eyes widened and his face paled. This was going to be tougher than he thought.
Opening: Xenith.....Continuation: Anonymous