As soon as the shackles closed shut on Tzirret's wrists, he winced at how painfully tight they were. He immediately wanted to be out of them. It did not take long for him to try to itch his forehead and forcefully and uncomfortably bring up his other hand as well. He could only imagine what it would be like to have these on for most of his life, like a slave. In that, he empathised with his friends' anxiety to his right. Still, he could not fathom their concerns to the fullest; they were all clearly more tense than he was.

When Peiter and Sabine came around, it was good to have their reassurance, but Peiter's question made Tzirret groan. "Very funny, Peiter," Tzirret said sarcastically, "This one does not think he wants to be in these chains for any longer than necessary."

Sabine was dressed in a more completely covering set of clothes - a light hooded, moth-eaten, faded blue over-robe and a pair of shoes. She still carried her shoulder bag and her dagger, but playing the part of a slaver would not be as easily demonstrated unless she wielded her magic. "Once we are out at sea, it will not be long before we take the ships. All we have to do is play the part," Sabine reminded everyone. She took on a reassuring smile, detecting all of their apprehension, "How are you all feeling?"

Leaning forward to see everyone, Tzirret had a less saccharine face, but reassuring words all the same. "This will turn out okay. Meesei and Gallus would not put anyone in this position unless they know it to be needed. I trust them. We will not get hurt."