Lucien entered the room, muttering his thanks. His expression was conflicted. This wasn't right, and it most certainly wasn't fair for either of them. Was that how things worked here? They cared not for the truth and would believe anyone who told the better lie? There had to be some way to get them to listen properly. He sat down on his cot, his expression still contemplative. He lifted his sleeve and wiped away at the blood and soot he knew probably lingered on his face, looking down at the relic he had re-secured around his neck. 

[color=burlywood]"I refuse to accept that.."[/color] He muttered. There was no way he would. He understood that he was naive, that wasn't something that he had to be told at this point. Over the years he had been given plenty of different books to read to pass the time, and had learned many different things, but reading about something and being put in that situation were two completely different things, he knew that now, but a part of him saw a way, or at the very least, a possibility. Lucien was not fond of lying, he tried to be as honest as he could without giving himself away, but that was a separate manner. In this situation, the people they were against wouldn't hesitate to say whatever they wanted to make sure they got in trouble for this, and he wasn't about to just sit back and do nothing about it. 

[color=burlywood]"Why don't we beat them to it? Right now they're clearly in no state to go speak to them.. if we go to the authorities first, doesn't that give us at least some sort of advantage?"[/color] He asked.