Ortelio winced at the mention of a blade smashing down on the shackles just as a way to remove them. Cloud was right, he probably wouldn't have hands anymore if the blade were to miss. And the chances of it striking precisely were slim, too slim. Ortelio thought about returning to the person who had made these shackles, though they were not bound together as normal shackles were, they still bound him from killing any human, animals not included. He could attack them, apprehend them, even do so much as to keep them from waking up for a while, a long while. But should he so much act in a way that would bring them to the brink of death, the shackles would create a burning sensation in his hands and body, bringing him agonizing pain. He had to figure this out the hard way.
Returning to the one who enchanted these devices of imprisonment to break them seemed to be a reasonable suggestion. But after considering it for a moment, Ortelio excused the advice for the one who made these was most likely Kratenbach, the half-crazed alchemist under Rahell's instruction. He lived on the estate and to return to the estate princess-less would mean no freedom and possibly even torture for such a failure. That is, should he be caught attempting to break the devices purposely put on him.
"Never. I capture wild game and fish when I can.... Er, I've just had a string of bad luck lately." Ortelio felt the rumblings in his stomach once more. He hadn't eaten for what seemed like four days; his body suspiciously sucking the once thick muscles from his arms as a suffice meal. Clearing his throat, he added, "What I'm doing here is my own business. But since you're curious, I'll oblige. I'm looking for a princess basically and somehow I ended up here. And what of you, sir, if I may ask?"
