The moment Wyl closed in on him, he stiffened and snapped that dulled gaze up. It wasn't hard to imagine the man to be cautious and fearful of others, especially with something like that adhered to his face. The moment, however, he realized the other wasn't doing anything malicious, his gaze dropped quickly away. It was impossible to tell if it was out the close proximity or from being ashamed.<br/><br/>He flinched slightly at the touch, even just against the rags and sat quietly as the other peeled back to reveal it more. The heavy thing went clear down to a collared base around his neck, and a thick chain was met with a rung at the back that disappeared down into his clothing. Scraps of cloth had been woven in the links to prevent it from making any noise.<br/><br/>What made things worse was the decorative nature of the device. The front of the metal monstrosity had words, arched across the middle like some cruel impression of a smile. They were a northern tongue, an older version of the language of the human kingdoms, mostly different in the various curves and quips- a scrolling style used mostly by the nobility and the Church. In a somewhat legible raise in the darkness, the embossed grin read '<span style="font-style: italic">He Shall Speak No More Lies</span>'.<br/><br/>"A bit of both, I believe." Oh, indeed he'd been awake for it. It was something he'd never forget. The jeering and cheering of the crowds made his heart clench when recalled. "If I touch it, it'll glow to white-hot." Which perfectly explained why the man had been suffering the damn thing on his face for so long.<br/><br/>There was, at the back, a sort of raised lock system that was forged into the collar itself. The key hole looked a complicated and jagged mess. This contraption seemed as though every inch was crafted with spite, the metal embossed into the face of a lion that looked as though it had been chided as it stared towards the ground.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure if the enchantment applies to others. Please be careful." No one had offered to help, not that he had made it readily available to be seen. Something like that would spread rumors, and he didn't need anyone knowing which direction he'd run in. No, but now he was tired and worn and he doubted he would go  much further. He had doubted more, however, that Wyl would become so concerned with him. The food was an amazing surprise but this concern seemed...genuine? He wasn't quite sure how to take that, especially given the race of his present company.<br/><br/>Around the very lock itself, it did have a complex bit of sigils and marks. Thankfully, they were specifically tailored to him, the iron forged with a bit of his blood in it as well to achieve such a strong effect. Still, that seemed to be the only effect of the magic. The rest was just the well-made tumblers of a complex lock.