Re: Holding Pens
He gradually calmed down after the recent events, realizing that he prefered having his own pen. He raised his shackled hands up to rub at his face when the voice behind him gave him one of the worst scares in his life. He is up on his feet and turned around in a second, shackled hands by his side where he usally kept his sword. The chain between his feet almost made him stumble and he has to lift his hand to support himself against the wall. "What..? How? What..?" Is all he could manage to utter as he stared with wide eyes at the man that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
He took a deep breath to calm his stuttering heart, when realizing that he was dealing with a vampire here. "I fight. I fought, yes. I.. I was allowed to.. my former mistress allowed me to practice fighting with another slave, when I was a child." He breathed out deeply again, his trembling subsiding gradually.