<div align="center">This day seemed to have perked up almost instantly. Ren watched as they moved the archangel to his quarters. He knew that people would be looking for him, even though he was quite an inexperienced leader. A single white feather caught his attention. It had probably fallen from the male's injured wing. He would have to scold his men for leaving a trail. He'd told them time and time again that if they were going to kidnap someone, then they were supposed to cover their tracks. It was just one feather, but there might have been more. Ren soon made his way back into the small hut that made for a makeshift home. The white haired male was there. They'd left the chains on him as if to add insult to injury. “Damn. You'd think they'd use a little restraint.” First, he pulled slightly on the chains that were binding the male's wings. They snapped and fell to the ground. “I know you can't really move around, so if I undo these, then you won't be able to get away.” He left the ones on his hands and feet.</div><br/><div align="center">“You're inexperienced. That's why they caught you so easily. They were loud and hardly stealthy. Surely you'd seen them coming. Unless of course, getting captured was your plan all along.” That probably wasn't his plan at all. His wings folded themselves against his back. “If it's any consolation, I lack experience in leading an army as well. These men don't want to listen. All they want to do is kill and fight. Yes, it's interesting, but my life shouldn't revolve around something so belittling as war.”</div>