"S-sir Theodore." Bridget stumbled still a little shocked. "How? How did you find me?" She asked taking a step closer to Harrison and fitting her hand into his. She squeezed his hand letting him know how scared she was, and not just for herself.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Aidan was looking around the shabby little pub a bit nervously. Everyone was staring at the scene the knights had caused and many were mumbling in irritants to each other. One man looked ready to throw Bridget to the dogs since she seemed to be the cause of the disturbance.<br/><br/>Edward stood beside Theodore strong and proud. He was a bit taller than Theodore and a lot meaner looking. He eyed Harrison suspiciously and a flash of recognition crossed his features. He knew Harrison. Edward had been the one to escort the boy out when the King found his daughter with him. Seethed in anger Edward waited for a command from Theodore. It wouldn't take more than a few seconds to draw his sword and he'd be wiping Harrison's blood from his blade with pride. To kill the traitor who kidnapped the princess would be a great honor.