Fifty Six.

Fallon

The rattle of chains are followed by the stench of burning skin. Groans come from the inside of Shroud’s cell.

“Iron is the only thing that will hold the bastard.” Mara mutters from next to me. Her eyes focussed on the shadows moving inside the cell. “It has the same effect on him as silver does on us.”

“Yes, yes. It stops me from being able to shift!” Shroud chuckles from the shadows.