B A U D R I C
Frost 121, Day 89, Mistreach Keep
It was maybe a handful of hours before dawn when the guard arrived at Baudric's cell in Mistreach Keep. Kala lay on the cot asleep insisted upon. Welcomed for at least the clean simple clothes the guard eventually came for him with earlier. He leaned against the foot of it, trying to get rest. Sleep was difficult for him as his mind flooded with memories so it only took them stepping up to the cell to rouse him from dozing off.
"You're up."
Standing up carefully so as to not wake the sleeping Lady of house Leukos. He placed his hands through the bars opening for them to put shackles on him again. Like a well run ship the iron was placed on him and then the door opened to lead him into a deeper part of the keep.
Ghostly quiet were the halls at this time of hour. Baudric knew nerves would probably be worn thin at this hour of questioning others. Best to be as cooperative as possible. As much as he would be allowed to protect his country as well. Baudrics large wings hung close but loose to him. It was the smaller set of vestigial wings that tucked in close like a hug around his hips. The only body language he ever allowed himself to show nervousness too. Just as he would often pet their soft down to calm himself when needed.
It didn't take very long to reach the small minimal set up room. As a temporary measure before the interrogator arrive, Baudric was lead to the seat at the table, his shackles latched to the table top to hinder him. Even should he prove too strong for the irons they would still serve to slow him and allow them to react. But Baudric sat calmly and waited. The guards standing at attention and waited.