User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20170526024753/@comment-28358106-20170531024143

"Privately. In here."

The tines of her elaborate cage materialize around her with her in the middle, appearing as if they burn in reverse, until she is surrounded by them. They seperate in the front center, accordioning against each other to make an entrance. She folds her arms and waits.

Thomas watches this happen, his eyes apprehensive. He simply looks over to Hound with a questioning expression that says everything, but mostly it says, what is this, some sort of trap?