The ground is anything but even as they run, dirt sliding between his toes and sharp pebbles and rocks jabbing into his delicate feet. More than once he hissed in his pain, but the feeling that could happen in the first place while he was running away exhilarated him.
And the fact that Fae took the lead didn't surprise him. There was something about the pink haired man that told Keelan he wasn't always a slave, that misfortune had found him in such a position in the first place. Otherwise he probably wouldn't still have that savagery and strong will to take his freedom back for himself. That will had been beaten out of most slaves he met, including himself. For someone who had a broken will, it was satisfying enough to still be alive the next day. Keelan couldn't say he wasn't glad that Fae had been captured, though. It lead to his own freedom, and now that he was out he would do whatever it took to stay that way. He would likely stay by Fae's side as well, both in his debt and because he was grateful and didn't want to see him captured again.
But even still, he wasn't as unfamiliar with Hightown as it may seem. Sure, things had changed in the time he was locked in that room, but things could only change so much. Some buildings were easier to pick out than others - like the ones he'd been inside under Zeke's 'employment' - while others seemed more benign like the betting houses and taverns.
None of them made him want to stop running. Or let go of Fae's hand, the strength of knowing he wasn't alone making it easier not to throw rocks into windows on their way past.
The embroidered tapestry he knew, but it was something of a shock when they went toward the back entrance. Fortunately, any confusion he had was eased without having to ask.
"The silks are off limits," He said, holding his bundle. "At least until we get further out of town. It would be safer for the people you know, and for our wherabouts, if they weren't parading around in the things we stole."
Not that he was entirely enthusiastic about hiding in a brothel, but there was a bitter amusement in the fact that Zeke probably wouldn't think to look in a whorehouse for his escaped whores. It was likely the safest place they could be without leaving town immediately. That allowed him to step back, Fae taking the lead once again and the back entrance giving way with some prompting.
Loud boisterous voices and laughter carried through the doorway behind a tall, bucksome woman that Keelan couldn't make out her face in the dark.
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And the fact that Fae took the lead didn't surprise him. There was something about the pink haired man that told Keelan he wasn't always a slave, that misfortune had found him in such a position in the first place. Otherwise he probably wouldn't still have that savagery and strong will to take his freedom back for himself. That will had been beaten out of most slaves he met, including himself. For someone who had a broken will, it was satisfying enough to still be alive the next day. Keelan couldn't say he wasn't glad that Fae had been captured, though. It lead to his own freedom, and now that he was out he would do whatever it took to stay that way. He would likely stay by Fae's side as well, both in his debt and because he was grateful and didn't want to see him captured again.
But even still, he wasn't as unfamiliar with Hightown as it may seem. Sure, things had changed in the time he was locked in that room, but things could only change so much. Some buildings were easier to pick out than others - like the ones he'd been inside under Zeke's 'employment' - while others seemed more benign like the betting houses and taverns.
None of them made him want to stop running. Or let go of Fae's hand, the strength of knowing he wasn't alone making it easier not to throw rocks into windows on their way past.
The embroidered tapestry he knew, but it was something of a shock when they went toward the back entrance. Fortunately, any confusion he had was eased without having to ask.
"The silks are off limits," He said, holding his bundle. "At least until we get further out of town. It would be safer for the people you know, and for our wherabouts, if they weren't parading around in the things we stole."
Not that he was entirely enthusiastic about hiding in a brothel, but there was a bitter amusement in the fact that Zeke probably wouldn't think to look in a whorehouse for his escaped whores. It was likely the safest place they could be without leaving town immediately. That allowed him to step back, Fae taking the lead once again and the back entrance giving way with some prompting.
Loud boisterous voices and laughter carried through the doorway behind a tall, bucksome woman that Keelan couldn't make out her face in the dark.
"Oi what do ya-- FAE?!"