Keep

Sorbithor started to roll. He just threw himself in the general direction of the nearest wall, rolling as fast as he could. The guards were scrambled, he saw, as they flurried to get weapons for defending the keep. The large writhing mass of wings and scales flung itself around the towers, sending large fragments of stone and wood onto the prisoners below. On all fours, Sorbithor managed to crawl at a mincing gate into the nearby tower, as he darted his eyes across the table tops for something to set him free.one of the imperial guards ran in, before chucking some keys to him. “Get unlocked and get out of here!” the guard shouted, and then chucking a small iron dagger down beside him. Sorbithor slid the keys into the cuffs, unlocking the cold metal from around his wrists. He cast the cuffs to the side, before picking up the dagger. He began searching the table drawers in the broken tower for some proper clothes and armour. He quickly found a tunic and chain-mail suit, pulling o some leather pants too, and peering outside to look for an escape route. He didn’t have any loyalty to the ones who captured him, and thus was set in leaving them to their demise. But at the same time he didn’t hate them, as they had indeed shown sympathy. He quickly darted outside, sneaking around the side of the building and along to a section of wall that had been knocked over by the dragon. He scaled the rubble, quickly using his lower body to push himself over the barriers and using the rubble on the other side to get down. With a breaking sprint, Sorbithor jogged past the littered bodies of dead soldiers around him, towards the tree line, feeling no remorse for their entailed end.