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Steerpike (snearbite) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Steerpike looked up frantically at the man he had hit, then seeing him more closely he set his face in a scowl. He pushed himself back and sniffed, determined to at least appear that he was in control. The man was wearing a jacket that was similar to the castle guards; Steerpike didn't want to be thrown back in any of the dungeons.

"What's it to you?" he said, his eyes constantly shifting around then back to the man's face. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, looking for all the world like a sullen, stubborn teenager, which in truth he was. He nodded curtly to where the strange apparent leader of the group had dissapeared.

"You work for him?" he said, trying desperately to work out some kind of pecking order from the strange and offputting group that surrounded him. If he didn't understand the heirachy, Steerpike felt like he was drowning.