Arguth bowed in turn to each speaker, keeping respectfully silent when the others chose not to speak. It was not his place to comment on their lack of social graces and took no offense. All they had to do was fight and from the sounds of it, the group of 'misfits', as hawke had put it were capable of posing a threat to the monsters and their horrible infection. That none of them showed sign of injury to the insects was worthy of praise.

"You must all be tired. No doubt slaying your way down this cursed place is taxing, I would not ask you to venture forward in such a state." 

The twins rising to follow on his heels, Arguth turned from the group and shuffled off to the stairwell entrance he had unceremoniously blown off its hinges on the way up. The way down was still barred by a massive slab of metal he had pulled down to bar the path of the wardens lackeys. It could be risen from the groups side andcno other way.
From the stairwell he retrieved his pack. On the way up, he had managed to swipe supplies from the kitchens on the off chance that they would need to hold out against the enemy for an extended period.

Returning to the 'misfits', Arguth put the bag of food in Maceys hands before taking a seat on the floor with his back to the cell doors. 

"Eat up. When you are rested we will make our final push for freedom." 

Inside of the bag was a dozen waterskins, some even had wine, along with thick loaves of bread and wrapped up cheeses. Salted sauseges and dried pork were amongst the bountiful harvest. Enough that the entire group could barely consume its contents in a single meal. No doubt Hawke, who had subsided on the thin gruel that served as his daily meals, would welcome the taste of wine and cheese with a fever.
Scar, the pig, would finally be able to wash the taste of blood and mold from his mouth.

When they had eaten their fill, it was Arguth who finally spoke. 

"Take a chance at some rest. If you are all ready, we can raise the barricade and march out. But I must warn you all now that the lower levels have become a living hell of corruption and living filth infesting the walls. If the wardens men have failed to contain the enemy, we will be walking into the very heart of the hive."