Brax and Rishnot had cut themselves as a single archetype when they had moved to speak; earnest. This is what piqued his interest in what they had say. The first one who spoke, Brax, held a steady, unblinking gaze. There was a steadiness to his words, and face, that in conjunction with the somewhat artificial quality to his person, pointed to one thing. Android. The other one, who more versed in the subtleties of negotiation, had also held this earnest quality. He looked experienced, if his lack of fear was anything to go by. 

Roan nodded in agreement, but did not speak, as to avoid calling anymore attention to the three of them. It was important to make allies while captured. It was an extra set of eyes to watch your back, and an extra pair of hands if things got tense. 

When they were called into line, he moved in front of them, a gesture of trust, as he was willing to expose his back to them. 

He changed without complaint, dropping his clothes in a casual manner. His body was lined with hard, functional muscle, built through a martial training regiment, and hard living. 

The pickaxe felt familiar in his hands, as did striking the rocks, destroying the rocks, and redepositing them. He glanced up at the other groups, noting the conversations, and the growing familiarity. 

No brawls had broken out yet. This was good.

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