Her hands crossed under her breasts with a lazy expression on her face, "Tell me your name and I'll help you out of there."<br/><br/>Hearing that, Balthazar just sputtered and mumbled not sure what to make of that, before he finally gathered his wits enough to say, â€œWHAT!?â€ He shouted so loud it echoed down the tunnels. â€œYou canâ€™t be serious, your holding my life ransom for my dam name!?â€ He demanded, before he realized another problem to this old sword. The handle was made of a brass metal, which seemed to have collected some moisture while in the tunnels making his grip on the thing rather unstable at the moment. â€œOh I swear you have got to be the mostâ€¦.â€ He began before just grumbling to him.<br/><br/>Determined not to give into her ludicrous request, he swung himself up to grab a handhold on the side. â€œHA!â€ He cheered in triumph, before the side of the wall gave way and made him fall back down hard and grabbing his sword again, though in his haste he slipped and grabbed the blade, his hand sliding against it as it began to come out of the crack and slicing his hand open. Feeling it cut him, he growled deeply in pain as he felt the blood trickle down the blade, before reaching the hilt and making his grip begin to slip even more.<br/><br/>â€œOh son of a bitch, ITâ€™S BALTHAZAR!â€ He shouted up at her. â€œItâ€™s Balthazar alright? Now just get me out of here.â€