Kalan: I’m afraid your were found as you are. *stripped of everything.* *he nods* Good man. *He pulls a knife and cuts the knots, uncovering only Darnell’s ankle to cut his feet free. He’ll move around the bed to free his other limbs.* Doctor Bolei here has heen seeing to you. You’re still weak and injured, so take it slow and do as he says.
Bolei: Sit up slowly, lad. Let me help you. I’m afraid you’ve got some cracked ribs from the beating you took.