Duke Laeyrnus

I look down at you, your clothing ripped at the shoulder. There’s something off about you, but I finish tying your hands up behind your back anyway. With soft coiled rope. Despite the situation and your rank I don’t wish to harm you but I stand tall, my face solid. you are my slave… servant, I’ll call you. I pace around you a runaway such as yourself is in no position to be alone so I shall care for you. And yes with dignity. I put my hand on my holster waiting for you to respond