Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-12599067-20131222045526

The minute Daithi left his side, Jack gave him a Help me, dammit! look in return. Too late however, the commander stepped forward and took Jack from him, tightening the binds for good measure. "Go get some rest, soldier. You're going to need it," the commander demanded, waving him away.

The commander led Jack down a dark hallway and past an iron door, which he quickly locked. The room was dimly lit by lanterns, and a wooden rack sat in the middle of the room, the kind used in torture rooms. The commander quickly strapped him down and looked at him. Jack silently cursed himself and Daithi as the commander grabbed a bar of red-hot iron, and tried to maintain a straight face.