(DM Control)
R1
Bryn has all focus on the chains separating him from Thorn. He hears Kray's orders and responds loud without turning around. "Just a little longer - I've almost got the barrier."
He puts a hand on one of the chains and speaks out in a short set of strange words. The chain jumps to life, slashes at him, then unravels wildly. When it clangs out of the barrier interweave, it swings at Bryn again.
Bryn puts his hand up to guard his face as he ducks. He shouts another unknown command word again, loudly and twice.
The chain throws itself away towards the center of he room, gliding over The Pit and disappearing in the cluttered crowd of Irons there.
"Fuck!" Bryn shouts in frustration.
He cautiously goes back to the chain barrier, glancing up at Thorn on the other side. "Working on it!" the ragged Dannein barks, shaking his head and reading quickly again.
Rolls
Arcana Check - (1d20+3)
(1) + 3 = 4