[center][h3]A Moment's Respite, Newcomers and Questions Abound.[/h3][/center]

	Finally, they were getting clear of their initial holding cells, though the fact their rescuer was capable of reanimating the abomination that they had so recently slain was disconcerting, at best. He kept an eye on the man who took the longsword though, at least he seemed better qualified to wield it than Jericho was. Now, Jericho could certainly have handled it, but he was better off with a hand free, or at least a separate weapon in each hand, instead of committing both hands to one weapon. Too easy for one arm to get crippled, and leave you less than capable in comparison to someone who needed only one hand for their weapon of choice. Then again, it had its strengths, so he left it to personal choice. They got moving though, eventually coming into a sort of bunk room of sorts, though it reeked of blood. Like a slaughterhouse, or some of the torture dens that certain groups had run back in Istvargrad. However, before he could give it more thought, two more former prisoners caught up with them, one complaining about being forgotten and the other, bird masked thing barely catching up under his own power, begging to be brought along. Tin lass jumped in to help the barely moving man, and the one bird woman suggested taking a moment to catch their breath and try to wait for whatever was suppressing their powers to wear off some. Well, if Jericho had any unnatural powers to lay claim to, maybe, but it did give them time to sniff around and figure things out.

	The one winged lass wondered about them not being possibly the only ones taken, further curious if others from Ferrivell, assuming that was her home, were taken to. [color=598527]"Cells look deep 'nough bird lass, hold entire ways o' life down 'ere. Real question, why? E'en as trophies, lot o' work and resources in maintainin' a prison able to 'old folks like you lot..."[/color] That is what didn't add up, you kept prisoners for a variety of reasons. Leverage, mainly, though also information, intimidation, even trophies like he mentioned. But this Kazzok and his legions, at least in as much as Jericho had faced them, had never seemed terribly interested in claiming anything. Well, maybe they were, and the fact he and his own had torched anything they couldn't carry made this Kazzok want to inflict some sort of punishment? Hard to say, too little information, too many questions. Turning his attention back to the current surroundings, and the fact it seemed they would be pausing here for now, he found himself giving out, technically speaking, suggestions for what to do while they were here.

	[color=598527]"W'oever's useful in stitchin' up a fella, might wan' t' give th' fellow a look over, see if 'e can get moving soon. We'll want someone on t'e watch, keepin' a' eye fer more trouble, aye?"[/color] Jericho was not fond of the idea of stopping for too long, he suspected that this whole place was cursed and it wasn't just them individually being affected, that was far too inefficient for a jail that could suppress unnatural beings powers. Looking at the deeper recess, which gave him the idea it could be some sort of storeroom, he glanced at those present, before turning his gaze back to the potential storeroom. [color=598527]"A few o' us should check tha' room, see if we can arm more o' of us, 'opefully. W'o's wit' me?"[/color]