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Swyn, trusting

You have my trust

You have my trust

Swyn, gesturing they should leave

now let’s depart this cell.

now let’s depart this cell.

Swyn, horrified by hammock

What’s this?

A hammock made of subsloth hair?

What’s this? A hammock made of subsloth hair?

Jailer, unrepentant

The inmate’s hunger for escape is quelled.

The inmate’s hunger for escape is quelled.

Swyn, throwing up his hands

It causes suicidal dark despair!

It causes suicidal dark despair!

Jailer, making a face