[If the shackles were less heavy he may have more luck - not that the frailty brought on by the transition is helping. He's refined his body to be a weapon, with or without dragon aether, but the odds have been stacked against him.
All the same, he wanders inwards towards the bunks. His step is still unsteady, but he seems stubbornly inclined to handle himself. He stares into space, bracing himself against the frame of the beds.]
They will come to regret this. [His words are quiet but harsh.] I shall make sure if it.
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All the same, he wanders inwards towards the bunks. His step is still unsteady, but he seems stubbornly inclined to handle himself. He stares into space, bracing himself against the frame of the beds.]
They will come to regret this. [His words are quiet but harsh.] I shall make sure if it.