[clary]

Vyra scoffs lightly at the name. Reylan — he’d have to remember that the next time the man came around, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that if he could get things to go his way. “Who are your parents then, if Reylan isn’t?” He runs his tongue across his teeth, the tang of blood from the bit not long ago still present. He seems to hesitate at the question, but then he perks and nods, a new plan formulating. It was probably scummy to take advantage of a child like this, but he was looking out for himself, as selfish as that sounded. “Yes, we... I have to find a way out of these chains.” He rattles then again, twisting his wrists together. “I’ve been stuck here for awhile, though.” Vyra pauses and then continues carefully. “You can join too, if you’d like. We could be a team if you help me.”