The prison cell door now hanging from it's hinges, Suthar steps into the room, ducking and stepping sidewards. "Ah, I did not expect to find you, hrm, here." The Death Knight inspects the chains before gripping then and attempting to rip them out of the stone. "I would not have thought you subdued so readily, hrm, are you injured or can you fight, there are others to, hrm, retrieve."
Khairan doesn’t respond until he feels movement, and even then he just flinches - backing away, regardless of whether he recognises the Death Knight.
Suthar snorts. “I would prefer not to carry you, but if it is necessary then I shall.” The tauren attempts to lift the chains still attached to Khairan’s arms, looking for runes and other wards before inspecting the elf for any injury. “This is no trick, mage, there are few foolish enough to destroy their own cells.” Gesturing to the relatively small amount of debris. “Can you stand or must I sling you over my shoulder, there are still more to find in this, hrm, place.”
There’s still little response. Khairan simply peers up at the Death Knight, eyes wide with fear. His chains appear to be enchanted, slowly sapping the mana from their captive and leaving him starving.
The elf’s ears lean back at the sound of the echo in Suthar’s voice
The tauren grunts, muttering something which causes him to glow green, nullifying magic effects against him. ”You may wish to hold still, or turn your face away.It would be, hrm, easier for you if were not injured by shards.” Suthar then attempts to grip the chain links around Khairan’s wrist with the intention of pulling them appart and breaking the chain.












