Russell hesitated for a moment before responding. "He's being held in one of the guest wings for now. I haven't decided what to do with him yet."
Mary Ann hid her satisfaction behind a calm expression. "I see. I hope he'll learn from this experience."
Meanwhile, Fenrir sat quietly, his mind already formulating a plan. After a few more minutes of conversation, he leaned forward slightly.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment," he said, his tone polite. "I need to use the restroom."
Russell raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Of course. Down the hall, to your left."
Fenrir stood slowly, making a show of his movements to emphasize his limp. He shuffled out of the study, the sound of his cane tapping against the floor. Once he was out of sight, his posture changed. His steps became more deliberate, more calculated, as he made his way toward the guest wing.
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