Quinlan used the jailer's keys to open the iron shackles at Brannoc's ankles, then worked his way through the four holding his wrists. Chains fell against the wall as each limb came free.
The Fomorian lowered his arms and stepped away from the stone. All four suppressing bands remained locked above his wrists, separate from the iron Quinlan had removed. He could move freely now, with his stats and casting still suppressed. The collar continued its futile attempts at his will.
"What now?" Brannoc muttered.
"We go on a tiny little trip."
Quinlan opened a Warp Gate against the cell's rear wall.
Darkness filled the frame. Brannoc watched it turn, swirling, churning ominously.
"Through there?"
"Yeah," Quinlan grinned. "Scared?"
"..."
"You wanted your proof. Want me to swear on the Goddess' good graces that you'll be fine or what?"
Brannoc turned from the portal to glare at Quinlan's infuriating smile.
"Have you been told that you're one annoying bastard?"
