Harmony turned towards the bars and narrowed her eyes at the would be sorcerer. She tried to decipher his actions, but only half-heartedly - this [i]Bark's[/i] words sounded nothing more than a strangely timed attempt to assert dominance. She couldn't ignore how weird it was, however, since he was so polite to her. He had no reason to. And yes, she wasn't as much of a threat, and may even look useful for some kind of hostage situation, but try as she might she just could not make sense of it all.

She turned back to the obviously unsettled giant, now sitting on the floor in a meditative stance. Maybe he was sick. "Harmony Titanfoot." She said with unmasked pride, in a way a noble might introduce themselves, to their [i]peers[/i]. "Call me Harm." Her family name was strangely exotic, as well as her accent, which showed in her pronunciation from time to time. Just as she was gathering the mental will to ask him about his [i]'seeing things other people don't'[/i], the guards dragged in another man. This one looked like a professional burglar, and save for Bark seemed to take his new situation the hardest. The guards' typical, mildly violent response eventually got him into his cell, where he proceeded to attack the walls for no effect. She never expected the Royal Dungeon's inhabitants to be so [i]colorful[/i], but then again, where else would you find these people?

It suddenly hit the young woman that this whole situation may take a while to unravel. She had to conserve her strength, much like her giant accomplice. In a much less theatrical fashion, she walked back to her bench and laid down, adjusting her location so the dripping doesn't hit her face.

"Sorry to be blunt, Bark, but I really don't have any other vay to ask - Do you see things that aren't there? Is the 'sorcerer' you're talking about the same guy I'm seeing in the cell across?"