The drow Aron's nose twitches when Xarius retreats from one of the cells, nodding. "I don't know if they were brought on as we were or if it is a 'guest' from the last trip they took. Probably never know," he says flippantly. "Less important than the living, I think. And of course a succubus can heal, or how would any man last more than one night with her if she wished to keep him?" His eyes twinkle at that, before moving away and checking the cell with the dead man for himself.<br/><br/>"Xarius." He nods. "Whom do you serve?" He asks, peering intently at Xarius. "I can smell the good on you, so it can't be anyone particularly objectionable." Leaving aside that for the moment, his smile freezes in place on seeing the centaur and the succubus- "Ah. Of course there would not be only saints held prisoner unjustly," the half-orc says somewhat stiffly. Behind him, Aron pokes his head out of the cell long enough to give the priest an exaggerated eye-roll behind his back before ducking back in. Garth clams up a little, putting his back against a wall and back on his guard after his original openness when talking to Xarius.<br/><br/>The last of the prisoners looks at him as he approaches without obvious fear, and she keeps eye contact with him as he comes closer. On removing the gag, she works her mouth quickly a few times to get some saliva back in it before saying, "They learned fast that if I had hands free and mouth free, even this field wouldn't stop me from using my magic. The bastards." She says, face twisting into a snarl again as she lets him work her gauntlets. It's the same lock as her manacles- or at least, the same key undoes it- and when her hands are free she brings them together and rolls her shoulders, grimacing in pain as she stretches for the first time in days. Letting him touch her face, Xarius finds that her flesh is unnaturally warm to the touch, almost unnaturally so in the same was Delia was. "No. Not even a little comfortable. They did what they had to do to keep me 'tamed'- doesn't mean I'm not going to repay 'em in kind. This a general breakout everyone's invited to? Can't use much of my magic on a floating boat, but I imagine I can make myself handy enough." As she stretches again, she adds, "Mona. In for worshippin' a thing the Empire wants un-worshipped. You?"