His gaze rose back up as he listened Wyl tell the tale about the magic imbued in the piece. The knowledge was rather extensive, as most of the world of men was ignorant to all but the most simple charms. Despite the damage the one in the muzzle could do, it was child's play at best. Of course, to the humans, it was a powerful and dark magic only fit for the worst criminals and could only be preformed by those in the Church who studied such vile things. All for the sake of knowing how to defend against them, of course.<br/><br/>Of course...<br/><br/>To Volen, it was only one more reason why magic should in fact be outlawed.<br/><br/>At the news, his brow furrowed. That didn't sound like a place one would ever want to go, but Wyl wasn't human and therefore he felt as though he wasn't quite capable to understand his motives. Such was the way of the other beasts in the world. To humans, 'other beasts' were anything that weren't human. It didn't matter how elegant or how intelligent- if it wasn't human it was a beast. Feral and wrong, according to the kingdoms of man.<br/><br/>"Why not take it for yourself?" he wondered though, the moment he asked, he rather regretted it. It probably wasn't the best idea to put in his head. Just in case. He looked down over it, his hand going to the chain before lifting the heavy thing up. He made it just a few inches before he set it back down and decided to rest while he had the chance.<br/><br/>"You have already done much," he settled on. "To do more seems to be abusing your mercy. And kindness." Despite the situation he was in, Volen was still a Church boy to the core. He'd been shown kindness, and to indulge in such and cause the barer any sort of inconvenience was heavily frowned upon if not a sin.<br/><br/>"There is already so little I can do to repay you." He was ashamed of that fact, tone quite and gaze going to the plate. His stomach had stilled and he reached for the lamb before bringing it up to tear off a small piece. Again, a shutter of relief and pure enjoyment went through him, eyes closing as he slowly chewed the soft morsel.<br/><br/>In his joy, he suddenly tensed. A hissing breath huffed out his nostrils and he forced himself to put the bite of meat down. It was an odd action for a starving man, but he refused to give in to the inner tantrums he felt coming on. Instead, he opened his eyes and looked back to Wyl.<br/><br/>"I am a man of my word, despite how little it means these days. I am in your debt, and I am honor bound to see it repaid." While most lords, knights, and even clergy men used the teachings of the saints as guidelines, Volen only saw them as strict rules. Despite what Wyl was, he could not ignore the obligation he now had to him. "If I can only rest and regain my strength, I will be useful again. Useful to you and whatever it is that you may need."