Pullio stops and sighs. His left hand rises up to touch his face, but stops when he sees the blood on it. His lips curl into a frown before he lowers his had. The berserker turns, the cocked eyebrow on his face gives the expression,<span style="font-style: italic">Go ahead, I'm listening</span>. The barbarian brushes some hair from his face, accidentally leaving a streak of red on his cheek from his left fingers. Noticing the crowd that is gathering around the dead slavers and that seem to be heading in their direction, he gives her a gesture to follow him and he walks into another alleyway, checking to make sure no one can hear. Pullio leans against a building, the wood rough against his scarred back. He touches a charm entwined in his hair and starts playing with it, slowly running his fingers over it and twisting his hair around his finger. "Go ahead." HE states calmly, devoid of emotion. Inside, however, he is burning with questions, wanting to know exactly how and why she freed him. After all, he could snap at any moment and rip her to shreds. Didn't she see the chains on him?<span style="font-style: italic">She must be crazier than me....</span>