Ch. 82: The Storm [3]

Hours passed and footsteps echoed through the room. A black-robed man came and brought a tray of food.

"Wow. Thank you!"

One of the guards spoke.

"This is not for you!"

"What? Then for whom?"

"The Priestess ordered us to treat him well."

He pointed at me with his chin. 

I had no idea who 'the Priestess' they talked about was, but it seemed to be a higher-up or something.

"Why does the Priestess have anything to do with him anyway?"

He shrugged and approached my cage.

"How should I know? I'm just following her orders. Also, can you open this?"

A guard stood up and took the key from the table. There was the sound of metal rattling and the door opened.

He stepped inside and placed the tray on the floor then spoke.

"You should be grateful that the Priestess wants to meet you, or else–"

He swung his hand in front of his neck, beckoning that my head would be chopped off.