Chartose was too busy making sure he kept all his possessions about him when the giantess roughly picked him up. He stared-back at what he was expecting to be the jealous expressions of Beran, Torrin, and Hinkley; only to see their mortification of his fate. The thought of him being held against his will hadn't crossed his mind until the collar was firmly placed around his waist. He was quick enough to notice that despite not being a caretaker of animals, she had an impressive large assortment of shackles before being chained-up to the proverbial fence-post in the middle of the yard.

He heard her roughly laid-out plans for him, and had a question; not exactly directed towards her, but it was the first and probably only chance he would have to ask it: [color=6ecff6]"Your leader, Ihleen. She said some voice of the winds told her we were coming even before we knew for ourselves. Any idea how this informant could predict such things?"[/color] He asked, although 'magic' was a likely and simple answer, he was hoping for some idea whether this 'voice' had anything to do with causing their detour away from the gates of Fridgemount.

When left alone, he knew the giantess still had a clear line of sight on him from inside her cottage. The idea of the shackles being enchanted or encrusted with null-stones had crossed his mind, and if-so he'd probably want to try at some point to pick the lock with his spear-point. But first he tested his magic by summoning Becker to help him watch-over the rams as he wondered how his captor could sound so sure of themselves that they'd be away for so long.

The chain would prove a great nuisance, as he had to take great care not to cross the path of the mammoths, lest the chain catch on them and he be dragged underfoot, it was also heavy and cumbersome. He assumed it was also quite cold, but blessedly could not feel its biting chill about his waist as he watched the red sunset fade and he allowed Becker to return back to the inn in Green Fall.