"I don't know. I can't say really. It might be the fact that she hit her head harder then we thought. I'm pretty sure she just needs some rest or something though." Amadeus murmured, his worry reflecting in his shaky tone. Amadeus heard a loud roar come from above as chips of wood fell down the stairs. Shortly afterwards Amadeus heard a few cracks of a whip. Tumbling down the stairs came the warden, his cloak torn and his whip ripped in two.
The warden growled and looked to his side. He picked up the rusted sword that Amadeus had dropped and smirked as he got up, and quickly ran towards Amadeus pushing him out of the way. He then grabbed Sardy by the collar.
"You are responsible for this rebellion you little brat?" The warden growled at Amadeus, holding the blade close to Sardy's throat.