This young man full of curiosity claimed not to be a prisoner either, and that made a great deal more sense to Théadan than what he had been assuming. Strange though it was to see him occupying the other cell, he was soon explaining he was there to try and solve where the dungeons were leaking, that it was in fact seawater getting in. He did not strike him however as a mason from among the commoners, it would be they who would be brought in to fix a wall, yet this one seemed well educated. It had already been made abundantly clear on Théadan's journey that the Khluri did not teach anyone outside of the nobility a word of the common tongue, yet this young man spoke it as well as he. Couple that with the fact he had completely halted his work to simply speak to him out of curiosity and it had Théadan coming to one conclusion. He was probably a noble. Of what standing  Théadan had no idea, but it at least presented him an opportunity for someone among the Khluri to hear his side of things, and if he spoke about it that might help sway a few noble Khluri minds in his favour.<br/><br/>He of course had more questions, becoming more engaged in the conversation as he looked down at him through the bars. He brought up everything to do with Navia, wondering why he would choose to come to Khlurios with her when he could surely find a pretty Mes'Mo'Tanian woman. His wording of Navia's beauty suggested he had never seen her before to judge for himself, having to take others on their word, though he was right to question if beauty alone was really enough to leave a country and go through everything he had been through. The obvious answer to that was no, but he had more questions, even going so far to ask about a pair of Mes'Mo'Tanian words, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He had not expected to be hearing anything Mes'Mo'Tanian since arriving in Mandira.<br/><br/>"<i>Tylos</i>means horse,<i>rass</i>means prince." Théadan replied to give him the simplest of the answers first, before moving on to introductions. "My name is Théadan Rúl, Prince of Mes'Mo'Tan, though I suppose I'll be having to add 'former' to that soon enough." He would have to drop the title at some point, but it certainly served to help everyone quickly understand who he was for any Khluri who did not know the names of the Mes'Mo'Tanian royalty. "We do have first, middle and last names just like you. As for why I would come here with the Duchess, it's true I could find plenty of pretty Mes'Mo'Tanian women, though it is a great deal more difficult to find a 'nice' Mes'Mo'Tanian woman who my parents would have accepted though." Thoughts of Ivette crossed his mind and the terrible way he had parted with her. Théadan didn't regret it, he had to do it to find Navia and leave, he just wished it could have been different.<br/><br/>"No one in Mes'Mo'Tan would ever accept me choosing to be with Navia, but we were anyway, and when we were discovered, my own family incarcerated me." He saw no reason to lie to the young man, and it seemed like a good idea for his story to be out there in the public domain for any Khluri willing to listen. He crossed over to the cell wall opposite the window the young man was looking in from. Leaning his back up against the wall and drawing his arms to his chest, and taking the chain into his hands to spare his wrists from some of the weight. "We escaped and fled for our lives. We traveled across Mes'Mo'Tan, and the sea, and across Khlurios, encountering all sorts of dangers along the way, all so we could be together."<br/><br/>It had been an incredible journey, every step proof of their commitment to each other. They were never going to let each other go, even when separated they would fight to be together. "I did not come here because she is beautiful." Théadan corrected him, looking directly at the dark eyes watching him. "I came here because I love her, and I've given up everything; with the exception of my horse; to be with her. And she loves me, which is why she wanted to bring me here to Mandira in the hope her family would be more understanding." He gave the chains in his hands a small rattle before adding wryly, "It's not quite working out as we hoped." Théadan chewed his bottom lip for a moment thinking about it. "Though I suppose this could all have been an elaborate plot by her to finally steal my horse..." He mused with a small smirk at the early memories of Navia and her fascination with Wyndagar. "She always did have eyes for him."<br/><br/>Green eyes studied dark for a beat before Théadan had some questions of his own to raise. "Most every Khluri I've met has looked at me with either disdain or wariness." He could understand why they looked at him that way, and would likely feel the same if he were in their shoes, and yet looking at this young man, Théadan did not get the same feeling. "Yet I don't see that in your eyes, why?" He asked. "I've done some pretty terrible things I need to atone for. And I'm sure this war affected you in some way. So why do I not see that look of distrust most everyone else gives?"