With a flick of his paw, a lone light turned on in the back room where the intruder was contained, and restrained at the hands and feet with thick rope. He walked up to the chair and adjusted the light so it was shining in the burglar's face. "So. Care to explain yourself?"
Rigwarl tugged and pulled at the bindings tying him to the chair, but they simply wouldn’t give. “I’ve told ye a million times befo’e and I’ll tell you again- I though’ I walked into me own house, so I took a few quid fer beer money and left. Wasn’ expectin’ someone to clobber me in the back o’ the head.”












