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[CrimsonMoon]

The wildlings had awoken from his laughs, Grendal hadnt moved but was still breathing. One of the wildling men stalked over and smarls," Why do you laugh?! Your mind is GONE!!"

[deepwallow]

Bishop only shakes his head in answer, stopping his sawing for now when the wildling approaches, watching him warily

[CrimsonMoon]

" Bones wants ta leave yer friend here but take you with us... Ye know... As a hunting trophy... Besides.." He chuckles," You're the reason Midna was blessed by the wights any way..."

[deepwallow]

"Me? A trophy? Sorry if I'm not flattered." Bishop replied drily.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm not suprised," Two other wildlings come over as the first begins to untie him

[deepwallow]

Bishop chuckles and glances at the two untying him. A million possible escape plans come to his head as he thinks of which to choose.

[CrimsonMoon]

As soon as the bonds were released, the other two grabs his arms, only to tie him again," If you wanna join us... Kill the Black cloak..." The man growls

[deepwallow]

Bishop frowns. "Wait, you want me to kill Gren?" He asks, looking over at his old friend

[CrimsonMoon]

" Of course i do," the woldling crosses his arms and glares at him," Or do you expect us to trust ye just like that?"

Grendal had woken up and was gazing at him steadily

[deepwallow]

Bishop gazes back at him. He had an idea to fake his death, but he could only tell Gren once he had done it. Bishop just hoped that Gren trusted him enough....... "Fine."

[CrimsonMoon]

"...." The wildlings look each other as if they hadn't planned that far," Alright.." One of them pushes him over to grendal...

Grendal glances at him and frowns slightly

[deepwallow]

Bishop looks at him and gives a wink and a slight smile before making his face as impassive. Then, suddenly, quicker than they can predict and see, Bishop knelt down and snapped Gren's neck. It made a loud snap sound, and as it did, Bishop whispered "Stay still" to Gren and stood back up. He hadn't actually killed him, just cracked his neck so it seemed as if he really had killed him. He also temporarily paralyzed Gren's neck, but that would go away in a few minutes. "Happy?" Bishop asked coldly, looking at the wildlings over his shoulder darkly.

[CrimsonMoon]

Gren made a small sound like a grunt before falling still

The wildlings broke out into grins," You're a horrible rother," one of them crows

The others smirk and cut him loose," Very well...

[deepwallow]

Bishop rubbed his wrists to get the blood flowing again, he looks at them all with a chilling gaze, his smile not one of mirth. "Then lets go. This horrible one is starving."

[CrimsonMoon]

They grumble in reply and begin to lead the way to the other wildlings. Midna was there, she glances at him as she cradles an infant wrapped in furs while the mother packs the furs

[deepwallow]

Bishop glanced at her and raised an eyebrow before he kept walking, looking around. He flexed his hands as his blood flow returned. He was glad to be free, and had no doubt gren would escape.

[CrimsonMoon]

She cradles the child close as the troop begins to move, Midna waits for him to come closer before she falls in step behind him

[deepwallow]

Bishop keeps walking keeping his eyes forward and taking in the group. He looked over those infront of him before glancing to the surroundings again. he hoped to find out about more groups so he had something to tell green when he escaped. And he planned on escaping.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Why'd you kill him so fast?" She asks softly, cradling the infant

[deepwallow]

Bishop was silent for a while. "Because I had to." Was all he said. "I didn't know what would happen to him, so I granted him a quick death."