Azzen wasn’t getting much from the child but there was still much to learn from her. He followed them out of the cell.
[b][i]”Najila, find out what she knows, I’m going for a little stroll.”[/i][/b]
A wide daring grin took the tiefling’s face. 

As the brutes interrogated the guard Azzen moved to stand close and watched the man intently. 
He threw in his own questions here and there. 

[b][i]”What’s your name?”
”Who’s your captain?”
“How many guards are on duty?”
“Where are we?”
[/i][/b]

After studying his mannerisms and voice for a small while he uses an ability his cursed bloodline had given him. While often used to hide the very heritage that granted it, today it would do a little more as he used to mimic this man.

With permission and assistance of the savages he would take what clothing and accessories off the guard that he could. 

[b][i]”Now, where are my supplies?”[/i][/b]