Cyrus Kincaid
Reaper of the Revolution Cyrus massaged his wrists where the cuffs had bit into them, rubbing them raw. It had taken a solid hour of questioning from the rebels (who, by the way, called themselves the Drumlins. No idea why) before they finally decided he could be trusted. Cyrus had become aggravated towards the latter half of the hour, considering these people had been informed that a man matching his EXACT description was to aid them in dealing a heavy blow to the ruling government of Drum Island. However, that was neither here nor there at this point and Cyrus had done his best to remain composed during the questioning. Eventually they had released his bonds and given him Crow back, which now rested against the chair beside him. We will take you out to the castle, Raul spoke. From what Cyrus could tell he was the leader of this little gang of rebel rousers, though he didn't much look the part. The man was scrawny, much like the rest of the Drumlins. His face and hair were dirty and the collection of them in one area presented an odor that, while bearable, was far from pleasant. These people, Cyrus decided, had clearly bitten off more than they could chew in choosing the Drum Island royalty as their target for the last few years. there is a path along the cliffs that wraps all the way around, giving you a full view of the castle and its grounds. Raul continued, pointing to a map of the island on the desk between him and Cyrus. A girl, Cyrus believed he had caught her name as Lola, suddenly appeared beside him. He had to hand it to these people, they might not look like much but they were quiet as a ghost. Lola handed Cyrus a glass of water, which he took thankfully. Just a quickly as she had appeared, Lola sank back into the shadows of the large basement the meeting was being held in. As Cyrus drank, Raul pulled out another rolled map, this one however proved to be blueprints of the castle. These people certainly did their research. Our few sources within the castle believe Dr. Avery is somewhere near the dungeons, perhaps below them. Beyond that, we have little other information. Raul concluded, standing upright once more and folding his arms in front of his chest as Cyrus looked over the blueprints himself. After a few minutes Cyrus nodded in thought, Well from the looks of it, your king is certainly aware of the weight Dr. Taylor carries. Gaining access to the doctor is going to be less than fun. Cyrus said with a thoughtful frown, Alright, no point in wasting any more time down here, as pleasant as this basement is. Let's get going. Cyrus said, rising from his seat and as if on cue, twenty members of the rebels all suddenly appeared out of the shadows. Spooky.
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