[Adrasteius doesn't immediately notice the locked-ness of the door; he's much more interested in the fact that there's a child here and there are chains and what the fresh hell is even happening here?
Stepping gingerly around the clutter (his ears twitching from the damp, chilly scent of the room, the accumulated detritus), Adra kneels down beside the boy.]
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Stepping gingerly around the clutter (his ears twitching from the damp, chilly scent of the room, the accumulated detritus), Adra kneels down beside the boy.]
So. What are we up to in here?