Hershel frowned, trying to figure that little charades out. After a moment his brow raised. "The bracelet's stopping you from talking? Did he threaten you with it if you did?" Close-ish, he's getting there.

What, Calhoun's pencil isn't good enough for you man, how rude. He put the pencil down with a pointed sort of look. "I'll leave it here in case you run out of ink- and as far as I can tell not a thing. He told me my punishment was lessened by someone then let me out, I'm going barmy trying to figure out what exactly he's playing at here."