Samuel
Naesala Iarzana
Terresol's Forest

He didn't know how long he had fainted but he gathered it wasn't for long when he suddenly heard a shout right behind him. Despite having have fainted and was in a rather dazed state, he still remembered his act and facade, something which he had implemented deep into his bones.

He was barely able to move, his ears twitching in fear as he sunk into his childlike lunatic persona, basically a mental person. The elf whimpered softly as he curled up against the tree, the chains and shackles knocking against each other as he weakly brought his knees up to his chest. Dried blood can be seen on the back of his hands where he was earlier whipped by the slavers.

Not only that, there were also dry blood on the sole of his feet. The elf only hung his head low, his body can be seen trembling, a state of fear and anxiety he was in as he whimpered once more.

"D-Don't hurt me..."

He managed to plead in a childlike tone, fear lacing his tone as he seemed to have managed to pushed himself further against the tree. As if he did not wish to be taken back to whatever hellhole he had just escaped with his life on the line.
Salvador
"Bloody' faekin' 'ell!" Big John exclaimed as he eventually made his way up to Lamorac. He had a look of confusion and just sheer... Astonishment. The group all equally stared down at the figures ears and the markings against his body. No one said a thing. Not even Lamorac. 

After a few more moments, Lamorac broke the silence.

 "Joan, go tell the company to set up camp. John, go with her. Ithirmir, you're with it."

"Aye, Cap'n." Joan exclaimed as he made a clicking sound with Big John, turning to ride towards the lances. John himself taking out the warhorn and blowing it four times. 

Lamorac slowly moved from his horses saddle. His arming sword still in his hand as he slowly approached in a half-crouched motion. He had never seen an Elf, let alone one with this type of complexion or even features. *"Don't hurt me!"* The words rang in his mind as he finally got within spitting distance. With a gaze down at the elf, Lamorac quickly looked around. He himself easily deduced that whoever this man was, he had escaped some sort of bondage. As to what..

"What's your name? Where are you from? And what in the name of every God are you doing here?" He said, trying to at least find out information from the obliviously terrified Elf.
Samuel
Naesala Iarzana 
Terresol's Forest

He flinched terribly at the loud exclamation suddenly made by one of the larger sized humans, his eyes widening more in *Fear* When there was suddenly silence. Feeling their gaze stabbing against his body, he turned his head away from them, hands trembling and ears drooping down a little.

He heard the man, presumably the leader, ordered the people to set up camp. *'So they were travelling...'* The elf thought to himself and judging from their clothes, they are mercenaries too. Not only that, it could be seen that they were looking for a Lord or someone to work for yet they barely seem to get by enough. Were they lacking in terms of skills or is it by another factor that's encouraging their poverty? 

He shivered when he suddenly felt a small breeze which wasn't a surprise considering he was only wearing a one layer tunic, a basic attire for most slaves. Naesala whimpered at the sight of the sword and merely pushed himself further back against the tree, tears stinging the corner of his eyes as the chains clinked against each other. 

Like any *Slaves* Who are ruled by fear and violence, he was *Quick to be obedient*.

"N-Naesala Iarzana...!! Warehouse... T-Terresol sea..." He stuttered a lot in his words, clearly shaken up from whatever he had just went through and yet he was also forcing himself to answer out of fear he would be punished or worse, killed.

"P-Pirates... Warehouse destroy... Freed slaves..."

Not to mention how his voice sounded high pitch and childlike despite his appearance of a young adult. It could be seen that the elf have went through some sort of accident or abuse that have made his mind regress into that of a child or have even made him crazy.