"I do like the sound of having a little help, but I want to make two things very clear here bud, first, I wasn't stupid enough to fall for the sheep's trap so I can leave whenever I want. Second of all, the biggest part of our paycheck comes from finishing your contract, your life is just a tip." Faelan almost felt like he should be ashamed holding Vince's life over him like a ten slipped at the bar. Almost. He knew that the moment Vince picked up on the fact Faelan wanted to at least know where the other ex-Foundation member was, Vince would have no issue extorting him all the same.<br/><br/>Putting his sword away with the satisfying sound of it sliding into it's scabbard was enough time he needed to think about the decision though, standing up and putting his still metallic hand out. "But I guess having a little help wouldn't be a bad thing. Just know, if you try to cross us, you better make the first hit count, because we'll make sure you won't get a second one." He waited for Vince to take his hand, and wondered if he was making the right choice. This time he did feel a little tinge of guilt, not really letting Shula make any decisions, but she was naive, and when it came to dealing with the Foundation, naivety wasn't something he was willing to allow in the decision.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, as soon as Vince took his hand, he was already thinking of a plan. "So Hollander, you've obviously been here a bit, what's all the big fuss about this champion? I'm surprised with your expertise that you couldn't do something to get out already. If we wanna get out we're going to need some kind of plan." Something Faelan worried about, especially since it'd be in the same arena as an 'undefeated' champion was the fact that he had no idea how Vince fought either. Best case scenario, they barely got in each other's way. Worse case scenario was a little bloodier.