Shadow Tongue closes the door of the extra room. It was already sealed, so it mage a good storage closet. Grabbing a chair, He sat himself down by the door. Tired from staying half the night then fighting through the morning and waiting into the afternoon.
And now Shadow Tongue is babysitting the prize.
He would just have keep pressing on. No use in complaining. It would likely result with his neck in his brother's teeth.

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