sip sip.

[gallowsbait]

Here's the thing, whatever Greyjay is accused of doing, he sure as sugar did not do it. That's what's so galling, really. If he'd been caught by some collection of half-wits over his own mistake, that would be embarrassing, but well deserved.

Instead? He's been trussed up and tossed down a set of storm doors and into a root cellar. Chuckles and the rest of his boys have promised to deal with him tomorrow when his boss(???????) gets there. Of course, he doesn't have a boss, they have the wrong man, and this is going to get very messy, very fast unless he can find a way out of this miserable, too dark, unfinished basement.

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[unwillingdevil]

"Oh, I should be able to get out of here without too much trouble," he says mildly, glancing back into the darkness of the cellar. "The wooden boards are rotting. And my hands are not bound."

"Unlike yours," he adds, his gaze fixing all-too-intently on the other man.