Tauron tugs at my chains. He's less rough than the Savage Prince was, his pull more of a reminder to keep moving than an attempt to harm me, and when he finally leads me to a cell, I step into it without a word of complaint. He waits until the iron bars of the door have slid into place, locking firmly with a loud thunk, before he unchains my wrists through the bars. I'm surprised he does.
