Fendros tapped his finger on the table for a short moment, thinking. "We could probably take you closer to the coast with some gold. I don't think we could pay for a voyage all the way to the isles, but...If you think you can work something out, go ahead." He stood up from the chair, pushing it back with the back of his legs. "We will have to keep you here for another while so we can line the details up with the other captives." Fendros glanced to Aneitta and Elinenne, before collecting the black soul gems and the bag that had contained them. "I'll leave you three alone for now. Call out if you need anything, Sabine will accommodate you when she gets back."

Before Fendros walked out of the door, he turned to look at them all with a lowered brow. "Be polite to her." He turned, shut the door, and locked it with a wooden clack.

With Ahnasha alongside him, Fendros needed a break before even thinking about the next interrogation. He looked at the ground and paced along with his hands in his pockets. A small, bothered frown marred his face. "We have more leads, at least," Fendros said dispassionately. "If they don't completely go to ground when they find out one of their prisoner collectors isn't coming back from the latest rendezvous, we might even catch them." He sighed through his nose, blinking and not even glancing at Ahnasha.