Fyodor's hands are chained up against the wall, held captive in the dungeon. A guard stands nearby in case he tries anything. He looks mildly entertained, if not a little bored with the situation. This is all according to his plan, after all.

He looks up when the dungeon door opens and the castle's lord, Bram, steps through.

"Ser Bram," A sly smile appears on Fyodor's face.

"I've come with the sole purpose.. of catching but a glimpse of you."