His attention continued to look further as he saw a head pop through the door, before completely showing herself. His blue eye narrowed in a moment of silence, suspicious for a second. Although she was blond, this wasn't Wryn. It wasn't until she had spoke his assumptions were proven too. That was not her voice. Who was this woman? Radulfr continued to look in her direction, not budging with the strap on his arm as he suspected she might be with him. He didn't need her pity, but wondering upon who she was he wondered why she would want to help him escape. She didn't seem to be a prisoner of his, unless he had servants. Or perhaps she was like Wryn. But the man seemed so in control of everything how could he let her roam freely? He didn't think he was the type that could be easily fooled. Perhaps it was his family? A wife or more likely a daughter. Either way, even if the werewolf didn't like her offer he still had to consider it. He had to get himself and Wryn out of there. Not moving from his spot nor his attention, his head continued to face toward her, eye still narrowed.

"I don't care," he said in a raspy tone. "If you want to help then do it. Otherwise beat it. Your master's already as good as dead." It didn't matter to him of whether or not he was to her or not. Then looking back down at the strap he continued to pull at it, however his hand was much too large to fit through. He felt like it was straining, but he had to get it out. Eventually he gave up, head slowly turning back to the young woman unwillingly. "When I get to him, I swear, he will lay in a pool of his own blood," he nearly laughed at the thought. Slowly his anger was beginning to rise, as it always did. He should be focused on getting to Wryn, but now killing the very man seemed more like a tempting idea. He had to revisit the torture. His old wounds. They were reopened again. And that potion...

"I will get out of this," he said, his voice straining as he tried to pull one last time, however it was still jammed. Perhaps something to cut it open would work. But unfortunately there was nothing around him that could help. His hand shook in place, before falling back to the armrest again. His eye was still peering at her. He didn't care why she would even want to bother to help. But, if she was still there and willing he may as well try. His eye then darted to the side of the room. "There should be something that could cut this," he then said, an indirect order.

Radulfr's blue eye continued to gaze at her, although now he had begun to think within the brain of his that he rarely used. Studying her silently the man looked on as she continued to speak. She must have known her way around this place if she suspected that he had spent much time here. Well, he had spent more time in the dungeon the night before until he was brought here, having only arrived that very night. The man seemed eager to torture him, and to perhaps show him off to Wryn. But Wryn had only been there for a few days he suspected, for that's when he had left to look for a job and to return the evening after. But this one, perhaps this girl had been here longer. He didn't know what she was up to, but perhaps he could match her scheme. If she helped him out he could always kill her if she proved to be tricking him, or if he deemed her a nuisance. His eye narrowed at the statement of him dying in a pool of blood. She'll just have to see about that, he assumed. If he wanted to kill him he would've done it already, though through torturing him Radulfr had put up with it. He'd get out before he died, he knew, much like the last time he was caught in a prison.

If she thought that he had barely any time here then she must have more knowledge than he thought, he assumed. Then at her next statement he rose a brow beneath the mask. It was odd to see a man here? Made sense considering how the man brought Wryn who was unharmed to see him. So maybe that had to do with it. This man brought in women, but for what purpose? To sell them? Or perhaps the bastard just kept them all to himself. Whatever was the case, indeed this woman was knowledgable about the mansion. Radulfr had to use her to get out of there.

But Felix. That would be a name he would remember. Something that could be used against the man. He then turned his head to the side, eyeing to where the other torture devices were. There was a large pair of long scissor-like blades that stood on the other edge of the room. "That could work," he said, head not averted from it as he continued to look in that direction.

His head move back toward her, again looking at her out of his one eye. She didn't seem to budge, at least, for now. She of course wanted something out of it for helping him. Of course, an offer made so easily. But then again what could a tortured prisoner be able to offer? Still, it seemed that the sly woman was only in it for herself. Did she just try to rob people in this mansion or what? Radulfr had a plan. He continued to look at her after she spoke, his eyes narrowing. "You'll get rewarded," he said in a harsh voice, although with a hint of promise to it. It was perhaps from his already scratchy voice. Or even it was made worse by the man. Though, he then continued. "Name anything. I can give it to you." False promises of course. He had no intention of giving anything to her. Even if she demanded it, he could always kill her afterwards. His hand then moved from within the strap, his head then tuning back to the large pair of scissors. He needed to be freed. Now.

"Get those," he then said, continuing to look in that direction. It was all he needed. Though there was no way he could force her to. However if she bought his pledge then she would do it. If she had already wanted to free him in the first place then that should be more than enough reason to. She wanted something out of it and he wanted to be free, it was a fair trade. Though it seemed that only one would make it out with what they desired.

At her words Radulfr's eye narrowed in agitation. She was taking far too long with her sweet time trying to get those pair of scissors. What was it that she wanted then? He couldn't even make it out, however as she then moved out of view she shifted, a bright flash of red before him as she now appeared to be, a fox. Soon enough she was on the table in front of him talking again. Indeed she had a tendency for that. Despite his seething anger the man was seemingly composed, further readying his plan to escape as his eye glared at her, although deadly in look which betrayed his words that spoke next. "I have a place up in the city, near here." His lies began to twist and turn, knowing that she would most likely be willing to buy his bait. He knew of the direction he meant, near the place where he had killed the guy. There was probably a nice group of guards just waiting to see who had killed the man. If she set foot there no doubt she would then be in their clutches. Or even, if she headed further that direction, she would wind up near the clan that nearly killed him. But their leader... she was somewhere around here wasn't she? She knew that she had the desire to kill him. If she was lurking nearby maybe he could use this girl in that way instead. "If we escape, I have my coins there that I could pay you with. You are free to stay there, and I am sure that it is safe, this guy doesn't know anything about it," he said, his voice now seemingly dripping with temptation. He didn't know what she wanted but as long as she wanted to be alive... that was something he could grant. With another lie of course. Though, he may have no need to kill her if need be. "I won't kill you," he then said. "But we will both be in trouble if I don't get out of this," he accentuated his statement with another tug on the strap. "The longer you take the longer you risk him coming back."

But, it wasn't too far from the truth. He did have a camp nearby, though even if they did make it out then he'd just walk right past it claiming that it wasn't his. However, he was more focused on finding Wryn and getting out of there. Though, whatever this fox was planning, he didn't trust her one bit to say anything about Wryn. He kept quiet for now. If she cut him loose he would shake his hand free, then walk near the doors for their escape. But, he would have to take a few detours... to find Wryn.

His eye widened slightly at the sound of "lady friend." So she knew of Wryn? There was no time to waste if that was the case. Stopping in his tracks he turned to where the fox lady had said to go. Without any hesitation he headed in that direction, toward the stairway of where she had intended him to go. With both hands holding onto the railings he stepped onto the stairs, his boots heavily pouncing on the creaky surface as he raced forward. He had to get to Wryn, he didn't care if she told him to go first or not. If anything, if she tried anything while his back was turned he was sure that he could beat her in a fight. Making his way at the end of the stairway, he looked back and forth within the hallway, not knowing where to head next. It seemed that the sounds had disappeared though, and perhaps this was a good way to go for they were unseen. Though, he knew that he could soon come back for them again and look for them, and he knew the place better than they most likely. His eye averted side to side as he stood still. "Where do I go?" he asked, not wanting to make a false move and have her leave on his part. If she really knew where Wryn was he could really use her help, more so now than ever, for he was willing to get out of there with her as soon as possible. However, something had been bothering him and he decided that it was time to ask it.

"What's your relation to him?" he then turned his masked face toward her. He knew why she was helping him, for a reward, or it appeared to be. However he still did not know if she was trapped here like Wryn was, or if she was a relative or spouse of his of some kind. If she had someone tortured here like how Wryn had seen him been. "The one that owns this place."

"No, just wondering," he said, eye shifting toward her general direction as he continued walking forward, the woman still behind him. Indeed, that was good to know. If she was like Wryn, then she should know where she was. Unless she was lying of course. But then again he didn't assume that the man would easily take in a wife or a daughter in the first place. But from what he remembered, Wryn was wearing nice clothing. Why was that? This woman seemed to be different, wearing different style of clothing at least. Was Wryn really a slave as well? The thought of that made his stomach churn. She had a master once, and Radulfr killed him. Now he was intent on killing this man. There was no way he was going to let the same thing happen another time. But, the man had taunted him with saying that Wryn could have every desire, anything she wanted. Perhaps... her relation with him was different then? No, it couldn't be. He wouldn't want her as his wife... or a concubine... or worse. Then, he decided to immediately ask, following any direction where she pointed as he picked up his pace. He had to find her.

"What does he want with Wryn?" he asked, almost nearly going at a jog. His tone sounded harsh, and he knew that she must've known what he was talking about. Although it seemed he was trying to hide his worry it came out in expressed anger. He knew that she was leading the way for him to her, but he had to know. Know what she was doing in this place. After all, she told him that men aren't often found here. And it seemed like the man had tried to torture him to gain Wryn's affections, or so it appeared. Unless it was all an act to make Radulfr feel worse about himself. Though, he doubted that was the case. There was something odd going on within this mansion, and he had to figure it out. But most of all, he had to find Wryn and make sure she was safe.

"Are we getting close?" he then asked, after making many turns what seemed like to no end.