by Waldemar » Thu Jun 13, 2013 5:30 am
One of the Constables slides back the heavy bolts, and the door swings slowly open; the miller offers a nod of thanks to the Governor's lady and the Constables and steps forward, only as far as the threshold. His lips move silently for a moment, his free hand briefly lifting to his face, thumb and index finger circled around his eye.
A half-dozen heartbeats - no more - before he steps briskly back, nodding to the Constables to close the cell door again. When he turns to Rhaena Olwak his features are set in a frown of stern distaste, apparently not best pleased with what he discerned; his voice is quiet, pitched so as not to carry through the stout cell door.
"Thank you, sera. I think I've seen quite enough." His fingertips drum distractedly on the head of his cane for a moment as he thinks carefully.
"The bindings should be adequate in the short term, depending on what you mean to do with the thing - the bridle is particularly wise." Barbaric or not, it is necessary, and a lesser barbarism by far than the acts of which the creature stands accused. "Iron, sera - iron is the key. Surround it with the stuff, if possible."
Advice offered, he inclines his head again.
"I'll not take any more of your time, sera. You have been most kind."
Nothing so bold as a miller's shirt, that every morning collars a thief.