A bad boy

As Quinn made his way to the dungeon, the murmurs of the castle staff followed him like a whispering wind. Everyone seemed to have their own theories about the situation, though few knew the full truth. 

Ray appeared beside him, his expression grim as he reported, "We have subdued them, and they are now secured in the central dungeon. What are your orders?" 

"Wait," Quinn replied, his tone clipped. The answer confused Ray, but he merely nodded, trusting his superior's judgment. 

"And get me some proper clothes," Quinn added, a smirk curling his lips. "We wouldn't want your king losing his temper every time he sees me like this."