Chapter Fifty Two.

Breakfast wasn't on the menu for the day at least that's what he said. "Just don't eat that moldy piece of dirt, we’ll be getting out of here soon just a few more hours once we’re out, I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant after I've cleaned you up a bit then you can have all the steak in the world. I'm not by all means rich,” he said, “But I do have some money saved up a bit, once we’re out we can live quietly. I'll do some contract work here and there, if you'd like you can help me, or if you'd also want to leave its ok with me. Freedom is all that matters, I'm too beautiful to be locked up in a place like this." Will was an eccentric man, I'd like to believe that he was humble but I've known him for a while to know that humble is not in Wills vocabulary, no doubt the little money he'd been saving up might be Maybe the size of a dragons treasure, and the contract work he’d no doubt do might end him back in the dungeons or worse dead. Mercenaries, I believe that was the word they used i