With a jolt Rivin realized that everyone in the clearing was looking at him- so much for staying silent and unnoticed. He cleared his throat, unsure of whom to speak to, so he decided to just speak to the clearing as a whole.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Greetings, friends. If you'd be so kind as to untie me, I will be on my merry way." </span>He smiled good-naturedly  up at them, finally able to discern their faces. There were three Elves, two of them appearing to be full Liey'n, and the other a Si'akt. There was also a Dwarf- when Rivin saw him, he nearly did a double-take; for some reason he looked very familiar. Undoubtedly Rivin had crossed his path at some point in the past. He grew up alongside a small kingdom of the short but stout people, after all.<br/><br/>When no one moved to untie him, Rivin's smile turned into a display of gritted teeth as his jaw clenched with annoyance.<span style="color: #00FF00">"I assure you, my good travelers, I am no deserter, nor am I an agent of your enemies, whoever they might be. I am but a simple woodcutter, seeking out honest pay for honest work. Will you please untie me?"</span><br/><br/>When he was answered with silence yet again, the gritted teeth transformed from a poor attempt at a smile into a full-fledged snarl of fury.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Untie me right now, you tree hugging, Empire loving, boot-licking bastards! I'll boil the sweat off your skin! I'll burn the back hair off your mothers! I'll… I'll…" </span><br/><br/>His words trailed off into a whisper as a bout of lightheadedness assailed him; sadly enough, it seemed that he was too hurt to even<span style="font-style: italic">yell</span>properly. He heard the distinctive sound of earth being crunched under someone's boots as someone in the clearing drew closer to him, but by the time they reached his side he'd already lost consciousness again.