Hmm... Nothing is happening... (Magnus, there's a logical error in my understanding – WHICH REPEAT OFFENDERS? And why didn't you let me talk to them? (I understand if it were a patrol, but 25 Archangels in a CLEAR FIELD? Outrageous, comrades!))
So... handcuffs... iron ones? They got what they deserved (they shouldn't have left a knife for me, and throwing katanas in the corner... I'm sorry about the cloak – it cost money...) Twisting my hands, I take out the knife and QUIETLY, very carefully, I start sawing through the handcuffs...
Tengro, you are repeat offenders because you deceived the priest and stole an imp.
Tengro, I didn't let you talk to the guards out of anger because you kept roleplaying other characters. For example, a dialogue with the priest. I would like to roleplay the priest myself.
Suddenly, you fall to the floor because the handcuffs are old and rusty. So, what will we do? The floor is silver.
