"I feel like you're underestimating me just a little." Ruli argued, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He'd had his fair share of show-downs against fully grown Kartaians who had mastered their abilities and survived thus far, afterall.

As Kire asked about Ysaryn, Ruli pressed his lips together, looking less than thrilled about the revelation. "[i]Need[/i], no. But I think she would help us along. I think time is a factor, now." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before he shoved his hands back into his pockets for warmth. "I think it is. If he's a slave, freedom calls to him whether he knows it or not. I told him I'm like him, and he seemed ... " The word danced on his tongue, but he couldn't find it. Envious? Curious? Lonely? "I want to try, if we find him." 

Turning his back on the ocean and its cold wind, Ruli faced Kire. "Supplies? Wood. Food. Maybe fabric. Being able to make new clothing or even a damned coat wouldn't be too bad. Envy's not terrible with a sewing needle."