He stared at the silver and the chain that continued down. Wyl had first thought that the chain was just a remnant of the chain that had fastened bag-o-bones to somewhere or something, but that it had been cut through during the escape. Apparently, that was not it. The chain was still fastened to him somewhere under those clothes. The sheer rawness of the irritated wound along his face and his throat, and the heaviness of the collar itself only left one conclusion.<br/><br/>“Oh, darlin’,” Wyl sighed sadly. “They were really tryin’ to hurt you. Enchanted silver and a collar just a little bit too tight? What the devil did you do to make people this angry at you? You’re no normal slave from some hoity-toity, unsecure lordling’s collection.”<br/><br/>Pale hair that stuck out in unkept tufts, a pale and gaunt face that was still handsome despite the raw wounds, and the voice that was no longer hidden by enchanted metal. Wyl may not have spent much time at the capital, but he knew who this person was. A warrior, a killer, a murderer and a traitor (the last one he wasn’t so certain about).<br/><br/>“Well, that answers that question.” Wyl muttered as he watched the other eat. Here he was, a hated halfbreed from an even more hated union, sitting in front of and helping a decorated war hero – albeit a former one. Someone who previously wouldn’t have hesitated to kill Wyl on sight simply because of his parentage, was now at Wyl’s mercy.<br/><br/>“The gods sure are ticklin’ their funny bone this evenin’.” He muttered and then sat back down in front of his own food. Placing the Alverstone back in its secret, hidden sheath, he grabbed the first bit of food that he could get his hands on, and stuffed it in his mouth. It took some chewing to get through the slightly dry cheese, but he managed.<br/><br/>Swallowing heavily, Wyl drank more of the mead as he watched the man in front of him eat. Murderer or not he looked as pathetic as a tiny, kicked puppy.<br/><br/>Wyl could never resist little puppies.<br/><br/>“Take your time eatin’, darlin’, I’ll deal with that nasty wound of yours afterwards. And that chain. I want to bury that monstrosity far away from where people can get their hands on it.” He said, then grinned with a wink. “And really, darlin’, it’s pretty obvious I ain’t no human so keep your saints. I’ll take those blessin’s though. Food tastes so much better when one’s hungry, and even better when it’s eaten in freedom, no?”<br/><br/>He knew the feeling intimately, knowing exactly what the man was going through.