They don't move Vlast much if they don't have to. Twice they tried to drag Vlast for questioning. Even with his wounds, including a bloodied stump where his right horn had been, the "Qunari" had slipped his restraints once, and straight up broke them a second time before the guards managed to subdue him each time. He lost the horn when he gored one guard. The makeshift leather muzzle around his mouth came when he snapped a man's wrist between his jaws, nearly taking the hand off.

...This is one clearly meant for the experts, so other than checking to make sure the chains still hold him, no one goes near Vlast anymore.

He doesn't speak when a prisoner is shoved unceremoniously into his cell; he just watches from where he's shackled, waiting for any chance to charge their captors. It doesn't come, unfortunately. The chains hold him fast and the only sound from him is the ominous creak of metal, before the door quickly slams shut.

Alone with his cellmate, Vlast lets out a snarl.

"Craven little mice scurrying abot. They will pay for this!"