Irial frowned at his brother. "Don't tell me what to do..." he growled, but did as he was told and stopped struggling. He turned his head, cracking it, to see the numbers. Excitedly he nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I see the numbers. Have you got the combination?"

He tried to reach the lock, but was just out of reach. He'd be able to reach it, but it meant the chains would have to cut into both of them. He didn't relish the thought of being cut by chains, but he'd rather that than the "critters" whats-his-face had planned for them.

"Tell me what to do," Irial said, ready to listen to whatever his brother had to say in order to get out of this in time. "I'm not sure how much time we have left before he gets back, so hurry up."