They were far enough under the tower that no sounds came from the castle. It would be hours before anyone bothered to visit them.
Letting go of the bars, Telmé turnedand bellowed as he was slammed right into them. His eyes watered, and his nose started bleeding anew. "I'm going to bleed out, you goblin fucker."
Korin tossed his hair, or tried, but it was so matted with blood and dirt that the heavy dreadlocks were more like a sheet of gross that jerked awkwardly over one shoulder. "You've got plenty of blood left, and you would never do the world the courtesy of dying. You'll be fine."