Silence isn’t always golden (смешанная)

They had gotten sick of his constant complaints and whining as they called it pretty early one.
And before Jaime had properly learnt that no amount of begging and trying to reason with the hunters would stop anything, Eskander had taken matters into his own hands.
Pinning Jaime down one night his large bulk and the rope binding his hands and legs made it impossible for him to move. With a hand forcing his head up and the other gripping a knife as he carefully carved a rune of silence into his throat right above his collar.