Rhaak leaped in surprise at the winding ball of light, the hardened warrior visage suddenly becoming much younger with the fright, and even a bit niave in a flash, due to the sudden surprise of magic. He collected himself quickly though, blinking. For a second he did let his paranoia get the better of him, but she didn't seem to be attacking him or leading him into any trap. He turned around and placed a hand on the table, grabbing the torch he had placed on the ground and lifting it to see the table's contents. 

"Goblins are stupid and this one let its guard down," the tanned warrior replied, matter of fact. Some dust from the surrounding unused cells had him wrinkle his nose, and he wiped his face with his forearm, sniffing while the items on the table became visible. There was an iron long dagger, 3 gold coins, along with some dried beef, a bronze key, and a cup of water not much larger than a few ounces. Rhaak let his instincts drive him first, reaching down for the water cup and lifting it to his lips. 

But before he supped, he turned and looked to the Elven maiden that had approached him. He hesitated, and then handed her the cup for her to drink. "Doesn't smell bad like the water and grog they'd been giving us." He told her, ignoring the dryness of his own mouth, and then grabbed the bronze key, holding it up before his face. He didn't know where it led, or if it even mattered. But better safe than sorry. 

He'd take a sip of the water if she left any. Somehow, he felt it worse that she drank from his cup rather than the opposite. He felt he had a better constitution.