Rem had the chain pseudo attached to his chair waiting to strike the first person into the room. He was about to knock on the door when he heard Trezlan in his head screaming stop. He was almost tempted to ignore the voice, but if not for Trezlan he'd still be in the chair.
"What? You left me, I have a plan now."
"You have an awful plan, and I should know I'm the king of those." Rem almost laughed but it would have hurt the bruises on his chest.
"Well come up with a better one."
"I have one, you'll need to start crying for help, the building is most likely empty, but they'll freak and come in, that's when you strike."
"And this is different from my original plan how?"
"Your plan was to knock on the door, thus showing you were free of the chains thus preparing them for your ambush, calling for help supports the idea you're still locked up."
"You have been locked up a lot haven't you?"
"Literally centuries, now quickly put this plan in motion I have other things I want to do today."
"Well I'd hate to inconvenience you." Rem readied himself and then called out. It took a bit, but eventually his jailer arrived and Rem brought the chair down with force on his head and despite his size the man crumbled to the ground potentially dead.
"Fantastic Rem, ok gotta go."
"But I don't.... You asshole!" Rem was once again by himself and despite that seeming weird to complain about.
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