It was obvious that Wesley didn’t want to ask Grant for help. He knew that Jaakuna wouldn’t approve either, but in his position, not like the blonde has much say. Wesley would stand up,brush off any sort of dirt that was tracked onto his clothes, and faced the direction of Grant’s cell. He would have to choose his words carefully. It wasn’t that he had to careful about what he said, but he just had to be careful for his own sake. He didn’t like Grant all that much, but as Nadeline had said, can’t be picky for help.

[b]“Okay, Grant, say we had a way to get out of here, save Emiri, and not die, would you believe me?” [/b]Well that wasn’t that hard. And as he said that, Wesley had just realized how much he was starting to sound like Jaakuna. That dumbass’s bad habits were carrying over to Wesley. Brilliant.