Rowan looked up just once, then went back to zoning out, he missed his 'friends,' but he knew they were on another job, he didn't understand why Phillip had instilled him with this boring, rather tiring job. But he hoped because it would pay him more and would eventually get interesting.

Sage frowned when the man barely even looked at him. He wasn't a very good guard if he was just going to zone out like that. Well fine, that would make his life easier later. He wondered ...did he even know who he was guarding? Why he was locked up? He glanced down the hallway as he heard the boots of the big man in charge come down the hallway. "Bring this one down to the meeting room," he noted to the guard. "Time to figure out what we're gonna do with it," he added before moving away again. Sage wrinkled his nose slightly, not liking the it part of his sentence much. He'd grown somewhat used to it by now though.

Rowan nodded at the shorter yet more muscular man he had come to know as 'Big Boots', a name was mentally given to him by Rowan, It wasn't Phillip Graves but it was somebody, and that somebody was his temporary commander until he got moved back under Phillips hand-picked list of especially good guards. He had remembered the fleeting butterflies in his belly, the lump in his throat, and the sweaty palms coming up to the big man himself, while he wasn't royalty he was still a high-ranking general, and that made Rowan want to curl up into a ball. Every little 'wrong' thing he did in front of the general seemed to make him more wanted, which confused Rowan to no end every time it happened. It still confused him now why the general still kept him as close as he did, conflicting emotions hit Rowan every time the man approached him and did something like ghost his fingertips on the back of Rowan's hand, or do something that didn't seem all that professional. He could remember the day he first heard the drawl of an accent he couldn't place, akin to his own yet different at once. Rowan took a deep breath as he relived that memory, how the other hand-picked soldiers looked down on him every time he did something 'wrong' in their eyes. Yet Hemlock looked at him indifferently that day and eventually became his best friend.

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"Alright, let's get going, keep your mouth shut until the trial and we will be best friends," He said with sarcasm as he approached the bars with indifference and opened them up. walking in to unclip his chains from the wall he grabbed the chains on his wrists and guided him out, down the hall toward the trial chamber.

Sage snorted in response to the man's comments, throwing him a look. "Don't be an ass and I won't complain about it," he noted with a shrug, watching him disconnect the chains, a keen eye attempting to figure out the lock mechanism it had. He did want to know what the heck was going on....but he wasn't going to admit he was nervous about...whatever was going to happen to anyone, let alone this guy. Who was definitely bigger than he thought now that they were standing next to each other. He scowled when he was tugged along, muttering a "watch it, long legs," when he nearly tripped attempting to keep up with his long strides with the chains on his ankles restricting much speed while walking. And completely forget running....that was out of the question.

Rowan glared at him slightly but other than that he paid the man no mind. Rowan shuddered slightly physically, which he did quite often when he thought of something that gave him tension or was something violent. It was an odd, uncontrollable quirk he had developed as a child which never left him in his years of service. He almost snorted out a laugh at being called 'long legs,' but he held himself back. "Errr, who are you even?" He muttered to the man, half serious and half he didn't give a shit. He wanted at least a tiny bit of information on this guy and his crimes before walking into a trial blind.

Sage threw the guy a venomous look in response to his touch, eyebrows raising slightly when the man twitched. That was odd. Maybe it was a medical condition. He wouldn't make fun of that. Not even to this man. Not with his own occasional seizure. "Nunya," he noted cockily in response to the man's question. "You'll find out in a few minutes, no need to get all impatient," he added with a snort and quick eye roll.

Rowan huffed in response, his heel nudging the chains on his ankles just enough to momentarily throw him off balance. "Let's hope it's not a lengthy sentence, yeah? I do not want to have to look after you more than I have to," Rowan shook his head at a thought he had, another shudder passed through his body before he tried to turn off his thoughts for the most part. "I just don't want to walk in blind to the whole thing," He commented with a small frown gracing his clothed features.

Sage grunted and shook his head. "Well lucky for you then this is just a formality," he noted. "You won't be bothered by ne for long." It wasn't hard to know what they were going to say. He was a pirate - lying, murdering, stealing, defiling their women, yadda yadda yadda. Not all of it was true....but they didn't care. He was a pirate, so he must be the worst scum of the earth. So he'd hang, most likely. Either that, or they'd chop his head off with some weird new invention. He wasn't a fan of either, but he planned to be out of there nefore they actually.....you know....killed him. He rolled his eyes at the man's comment, chuckling slightly. "I doubt they'll ask you anything," he noted. "You just got here. Doesn't make much sense."

(MB for poofing on ya, been a bit inactive, had a power outage and was super busy again, will type in a minute if not, tommorow)

Rowan's brows furrowed at the man with a small scoff. "I believe we both don't know each other then," Rowan mused with a small, almost mocking laugh. He took a deep breath, he already tolerated this man more then he tolerated others he had known for longer. Odd, he pushed the large double doors open to the trial room. Leading the man inside where he helped him step up the small step of the podium in front of the judge. Rowan wordlessly moved back towards the many men and women sitting in their seats to watch the trial, Rowan's hand automatically resting on the hilt of the sword on his hip.