"Well, it was sort of like that. I had a collar, that kept me in there. I had books and a bed, but they would often be taken away because I would tear them up. I belong in a dungeon, though." 

Silver put her face up against the glass, looking around. She tapped on the glass, but accidentally cracked it. Quickly she followed Blood before he would notice. Holding her hand behind her back, Silver looked around at the signs and doors.

"The repair-man? Sounds interesting."

She looked up at the man, noticing his expression. She growled at him, thinking he was asserting dominance at her.