"I do wonder what gifts this place might offer," he mutters, similarly concerned. Why would captors offer them gifts? Why would captors force them into false families and houses? He cannot picture the gain here, and that troubles him. "Perhaps you might write a letter in the workshop, I saw many children lining up eager to request toys."

Wrathion himself did not, of course, as he suspected some nefarious trap. Would he could ask for? Surely they would never give him what he truly desired, a way home.