“I think you’re supposed to cuff me.” Vhalla held out her wrists, hoping they wrote off the abuse that painted her arms as having been caused by the Northerners. “Are we?” Daniel asked uncertainly. “I-I think so?” Craig ran off to grab some shackles hanging on the wall. They were only over her wrists this time. “It seems rather pointless,” Daniel mused
Whats happening!?an escape maybe
