[center][u][color=9e0b0f][b][h2]"Graves"[/h2][/b][/color][/u][/center] The big blue ...[i]So they WERE at sea.[/i] [i][color=gray]Sod. That.[/color][/i] The thought of the vast ocean outside made him want to retch even more, but he held back - if not for 'saving face' then for the fact that he utterly disliked having his seasickness called out by some hoodlum. [color=9e0b0f][b]"...You ...talk, too much. Too loudly. Liars talk ...too much."[/b][/color] Consider it revenge. But he said something of small worth at least, Cicero needed to be woken up. Still holding one hand over his own mouth in case anything came up, he dug into the pockets of his still hanging cloak - only to find nothing. Where were his bottles of chemicals? He breathed slowly and closed his eyes, centering himself. This was slowly becoming a more stressful situation by the second. Being stressed right now was, [i]undesirable[/i]. Opening his eyes once he has paced his breath, he looked at his subject's face. He did not fancy the thought of smacking the knight awake like the captive said, it seemed needlessly violent and indignifying. But he knew ONE other medical way to wake someone up quickly. Reaching over and hovering his hand over Cicero's face, he pinched the knight's nose to induce a gag reflex that would normally jolt anyone wide awake. But only for 10 seconds at a time, suffocating Cicero was not part of his plan. He pressumed Gwyneira had already tried gentler methods of waking him up previously. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Explain then. Where ...are my ...our stuff? Then maybe ....we unlock." [/color][/b] He asked the prisoner while holding on to Cicero's hammock to steady himself, they could hear him just fine from here. If Gwyneira wanted to walk close to the cage, he would stop her verbally with an abrupt ' [color=ed1c24]"Don't!"[/color] ' and a knowing shake of the head. He knew far too well what could be done in the name of fReedom by the desperate, having a hostage would give him bargaining chips where he currently has none. [hr]