Last time he had believed someone could get him out, he was sentenced to death. At this point, Grant just didn't care if he lived or died or whatever. He just wanted to get the hell out of here. "[b]So long as you're not a woman named Levi, I'll believe anything.[/b]" Grant muttered, crossing his arms. If he got out of here alive, he was going to make sure the bitch payed dearly. "[b]The fact that you're hypothetically asking means you have a plan, so yes, I do believe you.[/b]"

Nadeline couldn't help but snicker lightly. Wesley was starting to sound like Jaakuna now. Was everyone starting to pick up his habits? Goodness, she certainly hoped not, she couldn't imagine herself getting any of his traits. Except maybe they did admittedly share their tempers. As she listened to Wesley and Jaakuna, she couldn't help but feel a little happy. She didn't want to admit it, but she would be glad to have Grant on their side. He was her uncle, after all, and unlike Jaakuna before her, they actually had a decent relationship with one another. So maybe she was hoping for the best for the sake of her family.