"On yer feet!" Wil flinches at the barked command as the door slams open. He obeys, submitting to the handcuffs and walking with the guard along the corridor, until he is yanked back from the accustomed route to the interrogation room. "Hey! Not that way!" Instead, the guard bustles him down the stairs, and Wil feels his anxiety increasing. "Where are you taking me?" "Jossport." And then they are out into the small yard, the high walls around blocking out any view of Milburh. "So shut up and get moving! Plenty of miles to go!"