Dolain tried not to snicker. The shem perhaps was trying to look composed or intimidating, that or the man was simply angry to be hanging upside down. Dolain supposed he couldn’t blame him. Hanging upside down really was no fun. The elf waved the apple he held in his hand, “Is that a no?” He leaned back, taking another bite into the apple. Dolain surveyed Ordhan. His gaze combed over the man’s outerwear looking for things of value.
“You know, fruit is very good for you I hear.” Dolain lobbed the rest of the apple over so that it aimed for Ordhan’s cheek. As soon as the bit of fruit left his hand, he turned around. The elf collected the fallen sword that was lying upon the ground. He examined it before grinning at Ordhan, “Nice sword.” He commented before setting the object on a crate in the corner.
The elf hurried back to Ordhan though, just in case the man had gotten a renewed energy to try and get out of the trap. He glanced up at the rope. It seemed to be holding up well enough.
“Now,” Dolain pulled out the dagger from before and some more rope, “Just hold still and I won’t have to hurt you.” The elf took a couple steps forward. He was placed the blade of the dagger near Ordhan’s neck, “Hands, please… and don’t try to sway away cause it might make my own hand slip.” Dolain held the bit of rope in his other hand, ready to tie Ordhan’s wrists together.