accelerate, of course,
it’s set in stone, after all.
seek the lines
(and posts, thrice a day save weekends!)
Cang backs away from the door itself, paws at the vaguely-opalescent stones of the wall. Hefting his warhammer, he cleanly knocks a stone the size of his head loose of its mooring. Fine particulate clouds and takes many minutes to settle. With a laugh, Cang knocks another stone loose, only to realise that a band of iron stands behind the stones. He raps a knuckle against it, opens his ruck. “I was certain I’d carried a chisel with me,” he says, pulling out a set of clanking manacles. He draws out two iron spikes. “Perhaps not.”