Volas quietly hummed as he glanced into the room the others were in. [i] "That is not pretty." [/i] He thought as he pulled out one of his flintlocks. In the stupidity of the moment, he leaned over before taking aim at the one currently torturing his comrade, firing at the hand with the sword. Shortly after he fired, he retreated back to the shadows and waited for someone to follow or demand things such as him to come out or they will kill his ally.

All in all, not his smartest plan. Mostly because he is over here without any help.