Time's up! Who: Carrick and Liam Where: Carrick's residence When: Week 3, Monday, one hour after midnight Warning: punishment, TBA
Liam had already been out of breath the previous mile, and he knew, that adrenaline was the only thing that still kept him running. He stared straight ahead, ears peaked, as he was listening for the growling of his master's dog Anubis, coming to hunt him down. Perhaps Lord Carrick would relent. Liam's guess about the distance had been vague, and he would have arrived earlier, hadn't he gotten himself horribly lost on his way to the place where he had hidden his sword. The sun had already reached and passed its meridian, when he had arrived there. But maybe he was just misjudging time.
“Finally, goddammit!” Liam growled as Lord Carrick's residence appeared in his view. His pace slowed down and he gasped for breath, while approaching his master's lot. He was drenched in sweat and exhausted to the bone, but happy about the sword at his hip and not having ended up as dog food. Yet.