"We need to talk," Marcus said, his hand grasped Ryan's arm as he tried to drag him away.
"You couldn't be more right," Ryan said, as he ripped Marcus' hand off of his arm. "Give me my bracelet back."
"I will, if you follow me, Brother Ryan." Marcus said, walking away from the cluster of students that surrounded the notice board.
Ryan grumbled, but followed along anyway.
Their surroundings gradually turned less and less populated, until they found themselves in a secluded part of the academy grounds, that Ryan had not explored yet.
Marcus walked into a small shack, that sat below a great tree.
I hope I'm not about to get jumped by a few of Marcus' fanatics…
Marcus opened the door of the shack, and stepped in.
Ryan cautiously followed.
The shack was small. Cramped even. A single table sat in the center, covered in papers and trinkets. Candles flickered on the shelves that contained rusted gardening tools.
Ryan's eyes adjusted to the dim light.
No ambush yet.
