The youth in the man's face surprised Morwen - though the youth in the eyes of any human had once come as a surprise to her. She remembered the first human she met...so old in his face but his eyes hadn't the chance to see the world. This human, however, was busying himself with the contents of the table in front.

"..this one let its guard down" The warrior was saying, the simple explanation either a sign of modesty or a cover story he hadn't much chance to explain. Either way Morwen could cast again now, she felt much safer in that knowledge.

Morwen took the cup, the water wasn't perfect but, as the warrior said, it beat the alternative she had been living on. She sipped carefully, making sure to leave half - she wasn't going to let herself be any further indebted to this man.

The warrior took the key from the desk, a good move though the bunch of keys he already held must open twenty or so other doors and cages.

"Any clue which way is out?" She asked, gazing up and down the corridor curiously.