As Rade speaks his sultry words meant to scold him, all Felony hears is cowardice. The painted stallion had not once said it was not his fault in turn. He had tried to pick up the pieces when both Rade and Ceolwulf had disappeared, but Felony was not made to be a Lagoon Boss. He had flourished as a Marauder, yet as a cripple he had not been able to give the strength needed to do more.


Now he could give nothing at all.


The looming journey to the Peak sat heavy in his mind. Though he had never scaled the rocky ledges, he wondered how he was ever going to make it. Going up would not be as difficult as going down, if he was ever set free, and it would possibly be the death of him if so. Felony could already picture himself slipping on some of the loose stones and his body cascading over the edge to a never ending fall.


“Don’t let your forked tongue catch between your teeth.” He snarled out, not bothering to try and raise a defense against the roan stallion. Rade was no longer worth it in his eyes. Turning, he did not return the way he had come, but instead began making his way towards the Peak. Felony did not know if Zalika would be joining him, or staying here, but he might as well get this trip over with.