He woke with his limbs tangled in another set of legs, arms. Benen blinked, disoriented despite being in the evidence room, but something was just a little…off about the place. He couldn’t figure it out so set the problem aside for later; the man beneath him was groaning now, coming around. Benen extracted himself and hauled the man up before he’d fully awakened.
“Where’s the orb?” he asked, twisting both arms behind the thief’s back until the man let out a groan in pain. Benen twisted just a little harder.
“It isn’t here. Or, more accurately, it’s where we left it; we’re no longer where we were.”
“March,” said Benen, thoroughly irritated. He’d search the damned thief in the cell. His tight clothes didn’t look like they could hide something the size of the orb, but Benen would confirm t
