Donald paced a little more and ran his hands with missing fingers through his hair. He was still uncertain, but finally moved toward Val's wrist wrinkled his nose and winced and began to drink, gagging a little as he began to swallow.
Val shakes his head. "No Donald, this place has been used by the man that hurt you. He could return..." He looks to Achilles and Argus. "We don't really have a better options though do we?"
Staying in this place was disgusting to Val, but it was the best they had available for the moment. Hopefully, the group wouldn't be here too long regardless of what they chose to do.
"A few more days wouldn't hurt," I think. Achilles starts to pace, "and we can check out Neverwhere when we've got the time." Achilles stops pacing, "Is it too much to expect Donald to have a meal waiting for us when we wake?"
"Alright then. Sounds like a plan to me." Val gazes uneasily around the room. "We shouldn't rest down here. This place gives me the creeps."
Seeing that everyone is in agreement, Val opens the door and heads back up the stairs. This what not how he intended his evening to go, but that was how the dice fell. He hoped Donald proved to be loyal. The man had been through a lot, but it could be an advantage in the future. Achilles, while they were at odds, was trying to look out for the whole group. For that Val felt a sense of appreciation. Not many Kindred were so generous with their compassion. Despite this house of horrors. There was something good in all this.
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