[i]"And alive."[/i]

The elven woman's tone punctuated the conversation as it unfolded before the five. She was that which spurred the man to looking upon the motley lot all together in this crude cell, mulling over what it meant to be "alive" in this circumstance. With a powerful exhale, a chortle really, he voiced his agreement in part at her words.

"I suppose we could call [i]this[/i] living."

His voice had an odd rumble to it, but he carried on without the slightest of acknowledgments about it, withdrawing his bare back from the hewn stone out of visible discomfort from resting against it. It was little surprise that such a powerful man had such a rough tone, but it was surprising that he was still clearly on the younger side of men. From his corner, he looked to the woman, whose blonde hair hung messily about her, having been ruined by the journey's harshness; he himself fared little better too.

"So what will they do with us?" He inquired, brow raising above a golden eye as his hands rubbed "clean" the grit gathered earlier by touching the wall. He directed his conversation and attention predominantly now to the emaciated figure who had been speaking to himself for a time, silenced only by the dwarf, but left it's matter open.

He expected the tremendous dragon-man to know, if anyone was to have an idea, but he was not preparing to place his hopes out upon the limb that he would even receive an answer of any merit.

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