An hour passed, perhaps two. The only sound besides his panicked breathing, even alleviated, was the buzzing of the lights. Eventually, there were footsteps and the door opened to two more guards - but the first was the man who had interrogated Waver on his first day, a file in hand. He moved to sit across from him as the door closed and locked, his gaze sharp. He set the file down, opening it.

"You've been cooperative until now, until your little stunt yesterday," he said quietly, every word deliberate. "Your case was under review, now put on hold." The potential for Waver to be allowed to go with the Zhentarim to his home, to show them the path to that they wanted. "Until you prove you can be trusted again...or not."

He turned his hand, showing the glove again. A flick of a finger and the teeth seemed to close in on Waver's wrist, hungry, sharp. "Understand?"