I rolled over and sighed, the torchlight flickering on my dark skin. By my bed was a wanted poster of myself that I had proudly framed and set upon the wall. My nose wrinkled at the fresh stench of sewage as someone somewhere flushed more industry waste down the sewers. It wasn't as pungent as it had been when we first arrive, though simply only because everyone was now used to it. I wished we operated out of Bowerstone Market, but Ferret had seized that part of Bowerstone and attempting to 'liberate' it as such would have been a nightmare. Suddenly I heard a clang and a babble of voices. Kidd's voice. I slipped out of bed and into my shoes, then ran over to the door, flung it open and ran to the entrance. There, standing before Kidd and a barrage of rifles, was Sir Walter Beck and a young man I'd seen before a few times. He was the Prince.

"Easy up, Kidd. I thought I gave the orders around here." I said sharply. He blushed. "Walter. It's good to see you, though you came at a bad time."

"And it's good to see you too, Page. I'm glad you came when you did." I nodded, and the others dispersed.

"Come." We walked along the corridors.

"So, Bowerstone Sewers?"

"It's not much, but it's home."

"I'm afraid we had to leave the castle sooner than I anticipated. Logan's really messed up."

"I see. Pity. Your messages were always useful." I said replied with a sigh.

"But I brought you something better." We'd reached the central chamber.

"Page, I'd like you to meet-"

"I know who he is, Walter. I would've thought that you had better sense than to bring the prince down here." I said sharply, turning to face him.

"Yes, I know. But he's a Hero."

"Give him a medal. I don't care." I scowled at this man-no sorry, boy- and wondered how he could save Albion.

"No, I mean he's a Hero, like his father."

"Oh, the great and pure Hedonist of Albion. I don't see how his second son can save us. We don't usually trust royalty or soldiers where I come from. Why should I trust you?" He smirked at me.

"I don't think you quite understand." Even his voice was boyish. "I'm not the most famous Hero in the world, not like my father. However, we both need each other in the long run. How can I gain your loyalty, Page?" The way he said my name sent shivers running down my spine-shivers that I very soon clocked and dealt with.

"How about gaining some fame? That way I'll be able to trust you." I turned around and walked away.

I was leaning over the map when I heard another man's voice.

"Swift, Ben, I'd like you to meet Page." It was Walter.

"Evening." I turned around. Two Royal Albion turncoats stood before me-a blond and blue eyed man-I say man, and I mean it-and his obvious senior, a tall, slim fellow whose black hair had a single white streak in it. He smoked a pipe and had a huge moustache.

"I'm Major Swift." Said the latter, shaking my hand.

"Ben Finn, at your service." The blond flashed me his most charming smile. My eyebrow quirked. I had encountered two flirts in four days.

"My name is Page, as Walter has already said. You two had better make yourselves useful around this place. Currently I'm waiting for the Hero Prince to return. He's just out building his…" The Prince (I'd learned earlier than his name was Vannery) came crashing through the door "…entourage. Your highness." I bowed slightly, and he smirked. "Perhaps you DO deserve a bit of trust. You seem better than your brother at any rate." Swift drew himself up to his full height.