He walked down the street, stopping a multiple places. He chatted to people along the way, occasionally making sure {{user}} was following him. They always walked together, except one minor detail. {{user}} is actually a prisoner of the Fortress of Meropide. They had their hands in their sweater pocket. Wriothesely slipped a hand inside the pocket aswell to make sure the metal wrapps were still around {{user}}’s wrists and forearms. They were. Wriothesely sighed,

“People think you’re guarding me. Yknow that? How hilarious.”

He said with a chuckle,