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Malek sat towards the back of the cell, testing the ropes that chains that bound his hands. He stood behind the other prisoners, easily seeing the paladin over their heads. He was head and shoulders above just about any human he'd met, and had found it very frustrating to constantly have to stoop to get through doorways in these crowded human cities. The chains around his hands were well made, and though they strained as he pulled, they held fast. More irritating were the binds around his jaw. Seems the paladin had thought he would bite, so they'd bound his muzzle with a sturdy rope. He couldn't open his mouth, and the ropes were starting to cut into his skin. There was not a lot he could do with the Paladin watching, for he was confident that as soon as he tried to remove them, the Paladin would inflict some kind of over-the-top punishment for such a small thing. Once the Paladin left, he tried to hook the rope with one of his sharp canines, but, though he managed to wriggle his mouth open a little bit, though rope was too taut for him to get a good grip.

Seeing the dwarf, he managed to called out, his voice muffled from the ropes but still deep and rumbling. "Hail, proud dwarf. Seeing that you have been left without binds, some of us could use your assistance, if you'd be so kind."