[color=72C515]"Chatak not know."[/color] Chatak said. [color=72C515]"Captain might be dead. If no, feel bad for gobs. If yes... Still feel bad for gobs. They have bad time soon."[/color]

"He might be [i]dead?[/i] Oh no! Good ri- I mean, that's [i]terrible![/i] Anyway, what do you mean about the gobs having a bad time soon? They look like they're having a grand ol' time picking through the- hey, stop that! That's my grandma's pocketwatch! That's very expensive, you know! She got it way back in 355 NC when she went on a business trip to Conterre and had a little ha-ha-you-know-what with grandpa-"

Just then, the sound of an explosion rumbled through the city. Then another, and then another.

[i][color=72C515]["Well, they certainly got to work quickly..."][/color][/i] Chatak mumbled.
"Hm? What's up?"
[color=72C515]"Guardman, you hear boom? That Chatak friends. We wait now, they be here soon."[/color]
"Boom? What boom?"

Another explosion ripped through the city wall nearby and left their ears ringing.

"Ah. That boom." He chuckled nervously and scratched his cheek - not realizing he could only do so because his hands were free. "Should we wait for them to untie us, or do you have a plan for that?"