[h2][color=silver]Gail[/color] and Lautrec[/h2]

[color=silver][indent][i]Who exactly is she talking to?[/i] Gail wondered as he lay there, before another commotion happened as someone somehow crazier than Mr. Big Yell-ey got tossed into the cell across from them. [i]I suppose the gods have decided against me getting relief from this headache[/i], he thought as he propped himself up on his elbow, watching Y'Vanna be very confused by their neighbor. Gail was surprised by this - he had expected that she would have known the thieves’ Cant. But then again, she was new to the area. Wisely, she moved to get him, seemingly not noticing that he had moved to be more upright since the last time she had looked over. She tapped at his ankle before realizing he had been watching them already.[/indent] 
[indent]"You don't understand the Cant - er - his hand signals?" he asked, whispering in response to her whispering without noticing. Getting a nod in return, he got up slowly, holding his hand to his head for a moment before moving into Gullian's vision. "I do." he finished, turning to the mute man, moving his arm in a rolling motion.[/indent][/color]

[hider=Cant: Easy]{...Repeat.please...}[/hider]

[indent][indent]Lautrec watched cautiously as the man next to V got up and walked into sight in case he'd try anything unexpected. Luckily, all he seemed to want was communicate, and Lautrec was more than happy to oblige with that. With quick but noticeable hand-movements he repeated the question, this time addressing the man.[/indent][/indent]

[hider=Cant: Easy]{...Who.you?..Why.prison?..}[/hider]

[color=silver][indent]It was a simple enough question, but one that brought the guilt back - and the confusion. Why was he in this prison - why did they care so much about his drug dealings all of a sudden - why had he started them in the first place? most of what he wanted to say was hard to articulate with the cant, or really with any language, but he could at least bring the point across. As for why this man wanted to know, he could only guess. No reason for him to not, if it made a friend.[/indent][/color]

[hider=Cant: Moderate]{...Am.Gail...make.potions...sell.drugs...guards.knew.told?...Caught.with...she.also.there..stole.something...you.name?}[/hider]

[indent][indent]It took some time for Lautrec to process the rapid hand signals they were using to communicate, and to adjust to the fact that the man started using more complex ones to express things more accurately. He did not recognize the first bit, must have been some kind of special signal that was unique to him, but it was hard to tell. He did understand the rest though, and cursed himself for not paying a closer attention to his body language to tell whether he was lying. For now he decided that he could believe their circumstances as it matched their images, so Lautrec would proceed with a healthy trusting caution. He once again bent down to draw his own name on the dusty floor, and willed Willow to come out of her plane of existence, so the man could see better.[/indent][/indent]

[color=silver][indent]L...a...u...t...r...e...c, the man wrote in the dust, as he then conjured a ball of light. Interesting... Gail thought, observing the spectacle. He is...trying to impress me? He wondered, unsure as to why else the man would be showing off a rare skill. Gail was unimpressed, this a simple bauble compared to his own potions, but was able to conceal his mild distaste at Lautrec showing off. He wondered what exactly caused Lautrec to not be able to talk, but elected to not bother him until they knew each other better.[/indent][/color]

[hider=Cant: Easy]{..Is.good.meet.you..}[/hider]