Devin was released first, while Thomas was still bound and chained. As soon as his hands were free however, Devin immediately punched Thomas square in the gut. “That was for getting me into this mess,” Devin sneered, and then punched him again only this time, between his legs. “And that was for my sister.” Thomas hunched over and fell to his knees; Devin counted to five and then came directly to his aid helping him back up to his feet wrapping both arms around his shoulders. “Well warranted,” Thomas heaved, trying to find his bearings. Laughing off the top of his lungs, Captain Hummel patted the two lords on their backs as he approached. “I must say lads, I do get a kick out of watching yew two destroy yerselves.” Captain Hummel shoved the two men in front of him playfully, but then Thomas and Devin turned around firm, erect and stared the Captain down. “Oh my, yew lads are tall. Six foot, three? Four? Aye?” He questioned, shifting looks from one to the other, “Come—come, let’s eat—I bet yew boys are famished.”
