[center][u][color=9e0b0f][b][h2]"Graves"[/h2][/b][/color][/u][/center] The seasick man said nothing when the captive paused for recognition, there was no way he would have heard of some seafaring pirate ...he did not even know the name of the elf who stood right beside him! It started with a [i]'G', ...Gon? ....Gwen? Gwenolia?[/i] He had heard Cicero yell it once. The only reason he knew Cicero Bladewalker's name is because he was a finalist in that gladiatorial fight and everyone would not shut up about it at the betting table. ...he looked at her again, trying to put a name to that pointy earred face. As she spoke, the elf's words made him pinch then release Cicero's nose again, harder - glaring angrily at the sleeping knight. [color=gray][center][i]Wake up, you son of a-![/i][/center][/color] They could really use a third opinion right about now. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Kill ...them?"[/b][/color] He turned a scowl towards Dalious and grimaced, suspicious of his intent, [b][color=9e0b0f]"They still saved us from drowning."[/color][/b] Talking properly was exhausting what with the world spinning, but if it was going to stop them from making a big mistake then it was still worth it! [b][color=9e0b0f]"We ...we're out here, treated, not locked up. If they ...wanted to harm us, they would-"[/color][/b] He caught his breath, [b][color=9e0b0f]"...while asleep." "Find truth first. Parley?"[/color][/b] He said towards her, wondering if this made more sense to elven ears. Time was running short, in more ways than one, he could feel it. He looked around their surroundings, pausing every now and then. His watchful gaze fell onto their source of light. Lumbering over to one of the pillars on the farside corner, he began to unhook a lantern and twist the holdfasts out of the wood, keeping them and the slender metal pieces he could pry off the lanterns in his pocket. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Why keep using words, Bite, bone, pu---nevermind ...how many ...of them?"[/b][/color] He asked of the imprisoned one, changing his original question to the same question she previously asked mid-sentence, it was not as urgent. After three lanterns, he placed them on and nearby crate and sat back down on it's corner, huffing. Now realizing how hungry he was... [b][color=9e0b0f]"I ...we talk first? If no work,"[/color][/b] His gaze met Dalius'. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Then."[/b][/color] He casually pointed at him. [color=9e0b0f][b]"That."[/b][/color] He looked at Gwyneira expectantly, it would only go through if she agreed. Then if she concured, only then, will he start [b]climbing the stairwell[/b] to find someone to speak to. [hr]