Eanmund nodded curtly.
Eanmund glared at her. She seemed to be the authority here. Still . . . he could do tasks well. "What do you want?" he whispered quietly, even if the whisper did echo throughout the silent hall.
Eanmund hung his head, trying to make a show of meekness.
Eanmund hissed at him. "Stop resisting. You want to get out of here, you submit."
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Eanmund grunted. He was certainly not weak, but winters alight, these guards were strong. He struggled, but succumbed quickly. He knew when to fight and when to let others take charge. "You'll burn in hell for this, karlik." he snarled, regardless.
"What? Can you explain, please? Eanmund frowned.
Eanmund rushed to the door, clinging to the bars with both hands. Activity. Maybe this would give him some clues as to where he was and his fate.