"Hoo, you guys must have even more sand in your ears than I do! Or maybe you just weren't listening. Why would you need to interrogate me? I just told you everything I know. And if you're going to keep me here, you could at least feed me." He turns to the guard you appointed to watch over him, "Looks like it's you and me, pal. Where do they keep the mess hall around here? Come on, let's go find it." He waves his hand for the guard to follow and blathers on as he heads for the stairs, "I could, by myself, eat one of those big baskets of fruit rich-folk send to one another when they want to give a gift without putting any thought into it. You have those in these parts, don't you?"