When Ahnasha finally awoke and her eyes slowly opened, she was unsure how much time had passed, but the situation she found herself in was none too encouraging. She was hanging just a few inches off of the ground with chains binding both her hands and feet. Fendros was bound similarly not far in front of her so that they were directly facing one another. Both of them had been stripped down and placed into this dank stone dungeon, but she had a feeling that they would not be left alone forever. Looking around, the only other thing in the room besides themselves was a wooden table with bloody torture instruments resting on top of it. 

Ahnasha's first thought was to find some escape, but looking closer at her chains was disheartening. Not only were they heavy and secured strongly into the ceiling and floor, but there was a secondary set of larger bindings hanging around her arms and legs. If she were to transform, she would likely break out of the bindings around her wrist and ankles, but the secondary set were large enough to keep her bound, even as a werewolf. Evidently, their captors had determined that they were lycans. Magic was her next thought, but again, they had already accounted for that possibility. As much as she tried, it seemed as if she could not access even the smallest amount of magicka, likely because her chains were enchanted to suppress it. 

"Fendros, are you awake? This isn't good, I think they figured out what we are." She said, her tone hinting at the fear swelling up inside of her. Outside the iron door, she could hear footsteps and muffled voices; she just hoped that they weren't interested in an interrogation just yet.