"Oh yes that will hold me." Vlas commented dryly as iron manacles were fastened about his wrist.
The Guardsmen standing in front of him looked at him as though he were a leper. They were all young, younger than him for sure. One of them was a Sergeant, likely just a recruit when Vlas had joined...
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