[ Ronan does not look happy. Even with the dungeon's protective sigils failing, there's enough anti-magic in the air to make his skin crawl after an hour or two in a cell. Or maybe that's just his anxiety. Anyway, he's scowling by the time he's sat down at the table, which is a particularly unpleasant expression on his already unpleasant features. Yet, though he's big enough in stature that he could make a considerable problem even for two armed guards, he's choosing patience. For now. ]
What happened to Ambrose?
[ Because he was still breathing, last Ronan checked. ]
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What happened to Ambrose?
[ Because he was still breathing, last Ronan checked. ]