CHAPTER NINE
I whistled as I headed down to the dungeon. The keys were cold in my hand, and the dungeon itself was crawling with all sorts of cockroaches. sheesh. Do they even have bug spray here? But, then again, it occurred to me that no one in their right mind would spray a dungeon. Hmmmmmmm.
Finally, I reached where the "Rats" were. That is Lisa, Phil, and a bunch of other priests. That was the good news, but the bad news was that they looked half-dead. Skunken eyes, bruises and cuts, bones sticking out everywhere. The ideal cast for a zombie crew - but I shoved that thought out of my mind. "Uh, here. everyone out. We're getting you out of here. Can you walk?" I said, and a few eyes blinked open. Heads lifted just a bit. Good. everyone was alive at least.
"Alright, listen. I'm with Cordelia. She's alive and well. Kind of. Anyway, we're getting you out of here since Dad's a nincompoop." I explained, reaching out my hands to help a few people stagger to their feet. "Everyone who can walk, help out those that can't. Also, here. This stuff should fetch a hefty price." I said, taking off all my jewelry and handing it to the priests. A few of them were still blinking, and, as they stepped out of the now-unlocked cell, I noticed there was someone standing near the doorway who wasn't one of the prisoners.
Levi. And he was looking at me with wide eyes.