It's not far and his wrists are a bloody mess under the iron where the shackles have rubbed him raw. After the first time he broke his bonds, they learned to give him as little leverage as possible so he wouldn't pull the damned things right out the wall. A rampaging Qunari is one thing - a rampaging Qunari with a make-shift chain flail is another matter entirely.

(There are signs that the chains won't hold forever - hairline cracks in the stone suggest Vlast's constant struggling may yet yield results in a day or two. The problem is, they may not have a day or two.)

"If you mean to pick it, I already tried. Snap the tip off if you think you'll have better luck."

That will at least grow back. He's lost all hope for the other horn.