Sawing through even mild steel was not quick work. Ashaad bent over the table and held on to the shackle with his other hand, holding it still and as far away from the woman’s skin as the metal would allow. He was far from being any kind of healer, but the skin below looked rough. Irritated or even scarred, he couldn’t quite get a good look with the band still in place.
These had been on her a while, then.
Was she being chased?
He quickly found that he didn’t mind the thought of that. An excuse to get into a fight, even if her captors proved to be one and the same with these Coterie bastards. He’d lost his glaive, but there were weapons enough scattered around the smithy.
The saw finally chewed through the bolt on the first shackle.
“It’s nothing.” Ashaad shrugged off her thanks and worked her hand free, fingertips lingering briefly on her blemished wrist. He did not want to think about the types of slave master that might casually ruin a woman’s hands. Good that she’d gotten away when she did.
“Other hand, when you’re ready.” Ash examined the saw, then busied himself for a moment changing out the blade for a fresh one.
@Primrose Clery
These had been on her a while, then.
Was she being chased?
He quickly found that he didn’t mind the thought of that. An excuse to get into a fight, even if her captors proved to be one and the same with these Coterie bastards. He’d lost his glaive, but there were weapons enough scattered around the smithy.
The saw finally chewed through the bolt on the first shackle.
“It’s nothing.” Ashaad shrugged off her thanks and worked her hand free, fingertips lingering briefly on her blemished wrist. He did not want to think about the types of slave master that might casually ruin a woman’s hands. Good that she’d gotten away when she did.
“Other hand, when you’re ready.” Ash examined the saw, then busied himself for a moment changing out the blade for a fresh one.
@Primrose Clery
08-06-2024, 11:45 AM
