"A hand? Absolutely! You can have the whole arm if you're going to do something useful with it." Braud completely ignores how lame that was and keeps right on with the business at hand. Braud assuming that previous request for assistance was directed at himself, for there's ABSOLUTELY no one around as beefy as him. Its literally his thing. Anyway. Braud steps up to the door and gets down on one of his knees, cupping his hands together in the traditional up and over position. "Here you go. Step on up and I'll lift you up to grab some of those torches."

Braud tries not to think about how this position will probably get him a faceful of barely concealed meat. And not that kind he likes either. That's a whole nother kind than what he specializes in. [i]"I'm gonna beat the muckfothering demon who put me in here just for this. This is a travesty."[/i] Braud thinks to himself silently, turning his head away from the group. Sometimes its not easy being this beefy. "So uh, while the four of us are getting....acquainted out here, why don't we start building some camaraderie? Like I said, my name is Braud. Braud Werst. I might not look it, but I happen to be an expert mage. And the rest of you are? I suggest we start building trust as soon as possible, otherwise we're all gonna end up dead. Including the person still in their cell!" Braud directs this last comment over to the darkened cell, where the mysterious occupant still sits. "You can come on out you know? Promise we.....or I at least, won't bite!"