Ryan took a step closer to their newly acquired prisoner. he looked him over searching for anything that would be accredited to him not being a threat. All he found on him was a wooden axe and a small flask of dwarven alcohol. "I don't think he's a threat to us. more like a victim that we saved from soldiers intent on taking him in. Here, look at his palms." he held up the Dark Elf's hands for the group to see. "That symbol they branded his hands with must mean something. We'll ask him when he wakes up."<br/><br/>Ryan began untying the Dark Elf. His sister approached him and exclaimed nervously, "What do you think you're doing? he could kill us!"<br/><br/>"I most seriously doubt it." Ryan countered. "Besides, if we don't untie him, he'll burn through the ropes and run, but if we do he's more likely to give us answers. I for one want to know why he was being chased in the first place, Don't you?." and he cut the ropes that bound their captive.