With an inch of water covering the ground, Théadan did not want to sit down to rest just yet. The moment he did his clothes would get soaked, and then he would be uncomfortable in them from there on out. The only problem was the manacles were heavy lumps of iron weighing down his arms. He would eventually tire and want to rest his arms if just to escape the weight of the metal. Théadan's thoughts were quickly disrupted however by the voice of a Khluri nearby, it echoed around his cell causing Théadan to look around all four walls to see where the voice was coming from, until a pair of arms slipped through the bars of a window to an adjacent cell. He had not expected anyone to answer him, but this one sounded amused rather than angry with him, which Théadan supposed was a start. They had already tried to clear the water once before to no avail apparently, though it no longer held his interest as Théadan was now walking to the centre of his cell, having to look up at the young Khluri face looking back at him.<br/><br/>They could not have been out of their teens, there were signs of growing a beard, but there remained a softness to it that showed it had not seen a razor blade enough times yet. Dark eyes were watching him, leaving Théadan with the feeling he was being studied by this youngster. When he piped up again, it was to ask a flurry of questions, one after the other, no waiting for a reply, just an avalanche of them all at once for Théadan to try and sort through. He seemed quite cheerful for someone spending time in a cell beside him, but this was the first person in the palace who had taken the opportunity to speak to him, and wanted to hear what he had to say, a welcome change from those he had met so far.<br/><br/>"You are just a bundle of questions aren't you?" Théadan replied, looking at him and trying to work out what sort person would be in the cell behind him, and yet act so friendly with such a curious mind. He had asked questions however, so as long as someone was willing to listen to his side, Théadan was willing to talk. "No the King did not take kindly my arriving into his home, I had the misfortune of meeting him in a particularly foul mood." A mood his presence undoubtedly created, but he may as well make the answer more amusing, he was likely going to be in the cell a while, best to find ways of amusing himself. "I did not insult him, though now I worry anyone who does ends up in a dungeon. However this isn't purely because of my being a Mes'Mo'Tanian." He was getting more into the actual reason why he was here, so decided to try and summarize it succinctly. "I led armies against Khlurios, fought and killed more people than I can remember." His gaze left this man, not really able to hold it as he likely will have affected his life too in someway from his actions. "I'm here because of my past sins."<br/><br/>There were more questions of his to answer however, so Théadan did not linger on his past mistakes for too long, there would be plenty of time for that in the future he was sure. "I didn't used to spend any time in dungeons, I'd rather not make this a habit, but these passed couple months it has become a reoccuring theme." Almost a week in the dungeons of Nygaard, and naked for much of that time too. Despite the wet floor at least here he kept the clothes, but then they had not discovered him when he was at his most intimate with Navia, maybe they would have dragged him away without his clothes had that been the case. "I'm calm because while I am not happy about being stuck in here, I could not ask for anyone better to be defending me, and making a case for my release. I know she won't relent until she gets what she wants." Navia always stood strongly to her sense of morality, if she sensed an injustice, she was going to speak her mind, and right now Théadan was dependant on her doing just that.<br/><br/>"Does that about cover all your questions?" He asked raising an eyebrow at him. "I have some of my own while you're here. You're not exactly someone I'd expect to be accommodating one of the cells of the palace dungeon." To go along with their 'savage' Mes'Mo'Tanian prince, Théadan thought he would find only the worst of what Khlurios had to offer in the cells beside him. This one did not seem the lawbreaking type. "You're kind of young, and pretty calm yourself." He said looking at him quizzically. "Why are you here? And how come you don't have to wear manacles where I do?"