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sniffle... it's okay.. thanks )
Chris emerged from the forest and faced the castle. Finally. He had made it. Time to show Arowin he actually did care and ask for her body. He was well discuised- he had gone to the barber and used the little money he had to get a shaven face and a haircut, and he had bought a light blue cloak that hid his face in shadow, over freshly cleaned clothes. He looked like the average winter traveler, and he hardly recognized himself, since he was not currently bleeding or dirty. He walked along, confidently now, having recovered much of his emotional self back. He was no longer under the power of Sam's words, now that he was miles away, and he was not guilty as he should have been. He knew he could not have saved Arowin and Emerald, so he was going to pay them their respects and bury them in the tomb. Then he would find the others. The Hood would live on. He came around a corner of the high castle walls and nearly ran straight into two straggled women. "I'm sorry!" he gasped, backpedling fast, pulling his cloak tighter around him to hide his identity. "Arrowin! Emerald!" he began to shout, but covered his own mouth with the back of his gloved hand. "It's you! You're alive!" Realization crawled over him and he was swamped by guilt.
Prince Stephan sauntered towards Rebecca, feeling ridiculous in his baggy gypsy clothes. Sam sat nearby, silent, still guilty, also adorned in jewels and colorful fabric. "Where are they?" he whispered to her, glancing around.
((Am I right in the sense that this is where people are?))