Ralph
"Oh, you awake." A familiar voice rise up behind Vaughn's back. Behind him, lies another cage. It was Bryan, who's been sitting in his cage for probably hours since this happen. "We got captured while we sleeping, I think." He explained briefly, looking around his surroundings for a moment before looking at himself. He, too, felt a bit disappointment. For such a knight to be captured, that is.

"Or, that's what I thought." He smiled dimly as he looked back on Vaughn.
Dianne
**The Sable Brotherhood's hideout**

The cages were suspended in what appeared to be a cave. The sound of water could be heard from all directions, hinting at a waterfall or subterranean river nearby.
Other noise could be heard echoing in the distance: someone sharpening a blade, two teenagers fucking, a campfire, the shouts of a group outside.

The cavern was warm. Vapour made it's way from the depths of the cavern to the opening above. Judging by the amount of light that came trough it, it was early in the morning.

"Well, look who decided to wake up"

Below Bryan and Vaughn, a blonde was sitting with his legs crossed. He was the one who had thrown the first spear the day before.

"Had been left to me, I would've cut your fingers so you'd never be able to hold a sword against us ever again. Alas, many of us got caught because of you yesterday. Erwan, and that Redlin cunt. I would've let them die, but the old coot captured Lancel's pet Falke, so now we will be negotiating with you as hostages."
Ralph
"Negotiating at this moment of times now?" He asked, pointing his finger at the direction where he could see the light of the sun came from."...You might've been a bit too late then." He stated, looking back at the blonde man with a grimace/smile look on his face. 

"The execution is starting this morning." The fellow knight pointed out.
Aaron
Vaughn, Sable Brotherhood Hideout

Vaughn's hands met the cool metal bars before briefly looking down to see the blonde. He had remembered him as the boy who threw the spear. He didn't particularly have much to say to him. However as he stroked the small bit of beard hair that lied on his chin he couldn't help but gather a small smirk. Upon closer inspection of the bars he had a plan of sorts. Although he didn't know if it would work he thought that it'd be worth a try.
Dianne
The blonde boy made a disgusting grimace:

"Don't act so cocky. If they die, you die. Lancel and Syanna rode south to show Horace our terms. If they don't come back before noon, I will get to flay you alive.

That being said: Regina has a question for you."

From the shadows stepped forward the blonde girl with the half-shaved head. She looked to the dangling cages above with a ghostly gaze. She had not been able to sleep that night.

"The witch, or the creature at hubert's castle. What do you know about it?" She asked.
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, SB Hideout

"Flay me alive?" He said sarcastically, giving the blonde man a surprising look before he turns it into a serious expression upon his face. "All I see is kids who doesn't even know the arts of war at all from my view." He snapped back, pointing out what he had saw during the duel yesterday.

He turned and looked over at the girl who called him to answer her question. She mentioned about a witch or sort. Bryan looked confused in respond. 

"Don't know what you talking about." He answered, nodding his head in response while he scratches the back of his hair for a moment. However, it made Bryan curious somehow. "...Why ask something that I don't even know about? Or so, I supposedly should?" He pointed out, looking back at the woman with a calm look.
Dianne
"You know what I'm talking about! Horace has a blasphemous creature guarding his castle! Viktor, let's torture these fools." She snapped.

"They probably told the truth Regina." Said Vicktor mockingly. "What can you expect from _masters in the art of war_ that were stupid enough to venture alone in the forest at night? That's not even basic warfare strategy, it's common sense."

"Shut the fuck up Randholm! You don't believe me either!"

"Well, you did say you were paralyzed by the spell of a faerie or something. If you ask me? I'd say you and Syanna simply got cold feet."

"Enough!" Regina turned towards the caged men. "Let them speak."
Aaron
Vaughn, SB Hideout

As they began to ramble, Vaughn remained quiet as he aimed on finding a way out of the cage. He was sure not to make obvious movements. For now he simply leaned back as he listened in on what they were saying.
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, SB Hideout

"Blasphemous creatures?" He said, rubbing his chins about it. Thinking about it deeply, or was he? He quickly looked back and gave the woman a smile. "Nope, don't recall such things in the castle." The fellow knight answered, cheerfully.

He slowly turned his attention back to the blonde men who mentioned about why did they venture through the forests yesterday night. "Well, we heard someone scream." He explained briefly. "So we decided to check it out." He said, and then, let out his arms freely.

"And here we are now, in a cave fills with a ragtag band of bastards kids. That is." He exclaimed, nodding respectfully to them.
Dianne
"A scream? That was Syanna" Said Regina. "I covered her mouth and got us out of there. And you tell me you didn't know what that horned... Thing was?"
Ralph
*Ahh..* He thought. *So, they were the ones who made this happen in the first place.* By that, he meant indirectly. That is. Had the scream not happen, he's probably still be at the castle by now along with his squire. 

"I don't really get on what you on about, to be exact." The fellow knight answered, looking back at her as he scratches the back of his hair again. "We just heard a scream and scramble some patrols to search about what had happen. I didn't came across a horned thing or whatever sort you were referring to." He explained.
Aaron
Vaughn, SB Hideout

Vaughn was quiet if anything. He didn't seem to listen to the conversation down below. However he did listen to a few words here and there. He began to feel around on the bars, checking for any sediment or weak points.
Dianne
The cages were suspeneded in the air by pulleys, and the keys could be seen hanging in one of the walls.

Swinging the cage around could maybe be enough to reach them, but it could only be done while nobody was a 
Round. Were the cages swing too far and hit the wall, the metallic clang would reverberate across the entire cave network of the hideout.



"Whatever" Said Regina. "Soon we'll lean it from the old ogre. He loves to flaunt his might after all."

And turning on her heels, she left the cave, shortly followed by Randholm.