"You'll see. Downstairs." The Death Eater clearly didn't intend to make much small talk with the werewolves. Instead the hooded figure turned and headed for a door which did indeed lead to a staircase. They walked down the stairs in silence, finally reaching another set of doors and ending up somewhere that could really only be described as a dungeon.

As they walked down a dark hallway, the werewolf with Remus sniffed. The scent of blood in the air, definitely. She didn't know that it was the blood of Sirius Black, having no prior interaction with him, but it was fresh. Live prey.

"The prisoner is to stay alive," the Death Eater finally explained, as he stopped by a door, "He has valuable information. Crucial for ending the war. We were hoping you could help persuade us."

With that, he unlocked the door and walked through first. Sirius's hands tightened around the chains that held him to the ring in the wall and he used that grip to make himself sit up, to lift his head. He was exhausted and he looked it, but his stubbornness wouldn't allow for him to not meet any of these bastards with his head held high as long as he could at all manage it.

"I was beginning to feel lonely," he quipped, his voice hoarse and tired. He couldn't see past the Death Eater yet, though clearly the man hadn't come alone.