Fendros pushed off the wall and held out a hand to stop Ahnasha. If she was to keep up her role, so would he. "I have already made it clear to Eleninne that it wouldn't matter to them if you told us anything," Fendros said to Jespric. "The moment you walk away from us, they'll find you and collect on their debt through the worst means they can."

A step forward brought Fendros up to the table again. He held his hands behind his back and looked down at Jespric. "Your employer preys on the desperate, such as yourselves. They make deals that can't be refused." Fendros bent forward and leaned his forearms on the table, bringing his head to Jespric's eye level. His voice lowered to a swift mumble. "But this is a luckier day than you think because we can get you out. We are your employers' enemies, fighting against them for years -- they don't know where we go, how we move. They can't track us. We can get you, your wife," Fendros nodded his head back. "And your daughter Aneitta to a safe place. You can start fresh with new names, in peace. We're your best chance." Fendros carefully leant his body towards Jespric. "You just have to tell us everything from when you joined up with that band and got that equipment from them, to now."

Fendros slid his arms up to lean his hands on the table so Jespric could see his family while he made a decision.