"She's right, Gobo," Douglas added. The others nodded. "We'll figure something out."
Unfortunately, 'something' turned out to be a long time coming. The night passed on somewhat uneventfully, save for snippets of conversation from the guards outside. While this did give them news that the buyer wasn't collecting until morning, that also gave them an unfortunately short time limit. Gobo spent the hours alternating between pacing and sitting in a corner, obviously upset at not thinking of something to help.
Sighing deeply, he leaned against the cage, arms dangling outside and head bent up, eyes shut tight. Behind him, Douglas played a soft, drawling tune on a harmonica; conversation had died some time ago, and most of the others were in similar states of subdue.
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Unfortunately, 'something' turned out to be a long time coming. The night passed on somewhat uneventfully, save for snippets of conversation from the guards outside. While this did give them news that the buyer wasn't collecting until morning, that also gave them an unfortunately short time limit. Gobo spent the hours alternating between pacing and sitting in a corner, obviously upset at not thinking of something to help.
Sighing deeply, he leaned against the cage, arms dangling outside and head bent up, eyes shut tight. Behind him, Douglas played a soft, drawling tune on a harmonica; conversation had died some time ago, and most of the others were in similar states of subdue.