It occured to Amal the drow was not too surprised to see someone other than a goblin, and he noticed her pointed ears poking out of her thick white hair. He would not be too surprised if she could hear his heart beating. At least she was able to understand him. He knelt down to speak on her level, eyeing her through the bars of the cage, the torch in his hand basking his dusky skin in a warm glow. He saw her own form was ebony, almost purple in some ways, save for her sharp silvery eyes and her shock of white hair tied into a messy bun. 

"Sorry, I did not mean to offend you," He remarked, though he could not suppress a mischievous twinkle in his eye. She was truly unlike anyone he had ever seen before. He had only met a few elves in his life, and none were of the accursed subrace that lived miles underground. Perhaps she felt more at home here than if they were to escape outside, but he would cross that bridge with her after he had escaped. 

"You're right, I am here to strike a deal." He acknowledged slyly. He would assume her question meant she was interested. He was a consummate liar, but he decided he would start with some honesty. "I don't know where we are. Last I remember I was on a galley in the moonsea, hoping to get as far away from Mulmaster as I could, and then I wake up here, wherever this is. I would bet you experienced something similar, yes?" It was a rhetorical question, he would find out her situation soon. "If I free you, I say we find our way to the surface and kill or sneak past anything in our path, and then find out exactly where we are. If you wish to part ways then, so be it. But I like living, and I would think you don't wish to meet your god so soon. I won't stab you, you won't stab me, and everyone wins. Deal?" 

He had to curb the urge to make a quip about her looking quite fetching with her arms raised in that position, not only because it might offend her but he found flirting with a drow was a bit too risky, even for someone like him. Instead he waited patiently, and if she said yes, he would fish through the keys and unlock the door to her cage. Then he would unlock her shackle, biting his tongue as he searched and eventually found the right key. Once the shackles clicked free, he would take a step back and cross his strong arms, casually waiting to see if she would leap up and try and rip his throat out or not.