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As he spoke, words flowed off his tongue, yet they seemed not to work.
“Sirs, what is it you wish to hear for me to depart?” he asked a foolish question, but ’twas all he had left.
“What WE wish to hear!” the taller one laughed. “You seem amusing, small spy.” He looked at his partner with a smirk, then back at the figure. “Tell me something from where you are from. I would like to hear about life on the other side of Stonenguard.”
The guard’s partner scowled and muttered something in his native tongue, yet did not interfere as the figure jested for the guard—desperate for his life, yet oddly enjoying himself. At one point, he even commented on the shorter guard's height. Somehow shorter than his own! And the mood was further loosened by a bottle of spirits the figure had brought, originally intending to drink it as a celebration of success, but now as a way to survive through merriment.
Footsteps sounded down the corridor as someone else approached, and the lighthearted atmosphere dissolved. “Go now, small spy, but if you return, your luck will not be this grand!” And with that, the figure slipped out a window, scaling the wall, then returning to his homelands.

sorry the writing isnt very good... my grammar and spellchecker were glitching...