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Brendon ??/??
He looked about and saw little. The rattling of the chains beside him told him that he was not alone, and as he looked, he saw Rhianneth. The air was frigid and he was aware of his chattering teeth that uncontrollably protested to the enviroment. The ickiness of the darkness was felt as slime and made Brendon cringe to even think of a fate worse than this...yes...even death would be welcomed to escape the fear of tortures that probably awaited him.
"Are you awake over there, Rhianneth?
Where the hell are we?
Can you get your arms free?"
With that thought just escaping his lips, he tried himself to see if the chains were yielding in some manner.
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