After the group had arrived and Travok had made sure nobody from outside these bars was watching, he spat the purple, palm-sized gemstone he had hidden in his mouth onto his hands. "Ain't nobody separating a man from his god...", he murmured as he wiped his spit off the crystal on his clothes.

This place sure stank, but even with all of this smell in the air it was hardly as intense as what he had grown used to in the masonry scene... those fluids carried not so pleasant odours as well and there he had to be next to the bunch. The scent that floated in this room thus caused pretty much no reaction whatsoever in the dwarf.

The others in this cell were... well, there was really no connection he could draw between them. A dragonborn, an elf and two humans... the other of which kept staring at him, desperately. "What would you be looking at, hm?" Travok would have liked to ask, but before he got the chance the big human was already taking the stage.

Travok didn't really care to hear what they had to say, so he instead focused on his patron's blessing, gazed into the yellow and black coloured stripe that ran from the top of the sphere to bottom... although it was hard to tell if either side really was up, given it was perfectly round. As soon as he heard the word 'justice', however, he placed the gem into his left hand and pushed it behind his surprisingly orderly beard.

He followed their discussion, waiting to see whether there would be anything he wanted to add. The human was clearly dissatisfied with the treatment he received from his kin and Travok could only agree. Humans were short-lived and thus rather short-sighted creatures. They would throw judgement out willy-nilly as they hadn't the need to live with the consequences of their actions for quite as long. He was tactful enough to know not to say that out loud though.

Once the man got into an argument about what 'living' might account for, Travok rolled his eyes. The lass had said 'alive' and she was correct at that. They were quick to change subject again (hasty little buggers, not giving Travok time to form an opinion he could voice) and now the dragonborn was one to speak. A start of gloom and doom later, they went and gave her a piece of their mind regarding advancement and nature. Travok found himself agreeing with the big guy, trees were quite good material to build out of as well.

Suddenly, a clang resonated from the bars of the cell as a guard of said place wanted the people to shut it. Travok found himself slightly glad of the fact these guys had not given him a chance to speak, given how the smaller man reacted to the guard approaching like that. Even if he had picked his sitting place close to the door, he had not said anything to anger them...

Soon after the guard had come and gone, a few more appeared with men in tow, looking for something they called 'volunteers'. Yeah, right. Travok decided to take up on the offer though, if only to get to say his reply: "Well if it's anything to do with minin' an' stonework, I'll get there. You'll need someone who actually knows how to do this thing." As he spoke, he waved his right hand in the air, making sure to keep his focus hidden under his beard.