Still more confused than anything, the guard doesn't immediately register that someone else sprang forward and locked him in until he hears Xarius's voice. "Wait- who are you? I don't recognize your voice!" He squawks, but very muffled now that he's in the magically dampened cell. There's a soft thump as he tries to push the door open and fails miserably, though at least<span style="font-style: italic">he's</span>not chained up. Still, unless someone else comes by with another set of keys, the only way he's getting out is at Xarius's pleasure. The first threat neutralized,  Xarius quickly finishes tightening the armor and pads over to the next door. After fumbling with some keys, every creak of the wooden deck above them a worrying promise of massive retaliation, he finds the one that slides into the lock. With a click, the next cell door opens.<br/><br/>Inside, a dark-skinned elven man looks up curiously, his routine broken. Clad in the same dirty rags as the other two had been and despite his arms being chained behind him, he still sits bow-legged on the deck- not an inconsiderable amount of flexibility needed. His long, pointy ears prick forward as he looks at Xarius, clad in a guard's armor and with a guard's weapon, and he simply asks, "Are we there yet?" Smiling thinly as his poor joke, the drow seems relaxed. Physically, Xarius would say he's a few steps from starving given how thin and lanky he is, but his frame doesn't look like it's ever had an abundance of flesh on it. He radiates an odd serenity sitting there watching Xarius with wide, pale eyes, waiting for a response with seemingly all the time in the world.<br/><br/><br/>(( First NPC up to the plate...<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/gLVwQQn.jpg">An as-yet unnamed drow!</a>))