The prince groaned, face twisted in an expression of pain from his landing. He could feel the heat rising up to the surface of his skin, though he doubted he'd be around long enough to complain about a bruising. Opening an eye towards his kidnapper, he simply sighed. "You elves sure are a vindictive lot..." With a final tug at his restraints, he decided that he wasn't going to be able to burst them like in the old stories his nurses would tell him when he was a boy. "But kill? Be serious," he scoffed, letting his head lull towards the ground. "I'm the prince. You're going to ransom me for... I don't know. Money, or policy, or whatever it is that you have in mind this time."

Kendrick let out a short chuckle, "What would [b]killing[/b] me do besides instigate martial law and a determined hunt from my father to find and kill you all in return?" He tried to raise his hand to wave away the thought, having the habit of talking with his hands, but continued on anyway with only minimal frustration at his inability to maneuver so, "Aside from being a [b]very[/b] well-dressed page, I have little to do with... Whatever is upsetting you towards the crown. So here's how this works. You send my father a message saying you've got me, and then he'll send someone to come pay you for a trade. It's win-win, you see? I get to go back to..." He paused for a moment, his eyes falling to the floor, "The palace, and you get... Hm..." He looked around briefly, "A new house? Bows maybe? I know you elves do so love your bows... Money, land, maybe even a title if you can convince me to speak on your behalf. [b]Anything[/b] you want. Nice and clean, and no one dies."