(Oh gosh, Ragnar. x3 Dem Ebil ways be shining! XD ))<br/><br/>Asara's proximity once more makes the little fennec boy's bright blue eyes widen, and he oh-so-desperately looks like he'd give just about anything to just be able to turn tail and run in whatever direction presented itself. Of course, with his feet and arms rather handily tied, not too many options were open to him, and though his next inclination is to squirm away from the naga girl, he further realizes that he'd really, REALLY prefer to not inadvertently offend her. Not to mention, the sweet 'promise' in her voice sounded...attractive, if not more than a little terrifying as well. Even through the terror haze surround his mind, some small part of him had to admit, she was very pretty, and if 'tasting' him didn't involve his eventual trip into her stomach...well, it would not have been a completely horrible thing.<br/><br/>Unfortunately he does not have terribly long to dwell on what 'tasting' the Naga had in mind, as Thygor once more intrudes upon his personal space. It was so, so incredibly humiliating to be called a 'good boy', like some mere DOG, and the more the big reptilian beast rubbed it in, the more the sheer indignity of it made his tall, pointed ears wilt atop his head. Of course, there was little he could have done about it, even WITHOUT the bindings, and the better part of dignity was knowing when it didn't mean as much as your life.<br/><br/>A soft, throaty whimper escapes the little creature's throat when Thygor draws his tongue along the soft, strangely 'sweet' tasting fur of his cheek. Dart never had been especially religious, but at that very moment, he was silently praying to any and all dieties that would listen to somehow make his flavor revulsive to the big creature. In fact, to pretty much EVERYONE. Making all their weapons fall apart would have been nice too. And their teeth fall out. Of course, no such miracle occurs, and it just leaves him with the faint, tingling sensation of the big creature's saliva lightly matting his fur down against his skin, a sensation that makes him shiver faintly. Oh, gods, he hoped that that 'taste' was not the hint of something more to come. The huge draconic-looking creature was absolutely terrifying, and seeing those toothy jaws opening up before his eyes, eager to accept him, likely would have made him faint.<br/><br/>Then again, even the lovely naga's mouth opening to accept him would have likely terrified him. Or the spider-lady. Or the human. In fact, pretty much ANYTHING.<br/><br/>The prospect of being tied up and left for whatever other predator that came along was equally as terrifying, and in the back of his mind, he knew there was also the prospect he'd hang up there for days, until he simply starved to death. Again, a soft little whimper escapes the little creatures throat, seemingly not at all looking forwards to the various different ways his life could come to an end, and rather soon. At the very least, he was being given a CHANCE, though. Sure, he might have to betray all of his companions, but that was better than DYING. After all, they might end up winning, then they could come get him! Assuming they didn't think he was already dead. Nah, they'd come looking for him. Right?<br/><br/>Whilst not entirely trusting the big reptile's word, what other choice did he have? Especially if the naga girl could...TASTE his lies. He didn't know if it was a lie in and of itself, or had some measure of validity...but he really, REALLy did not care to find out by being on the wrong end of the spectrum. The sight of Thygor's head drawing close, the scent of his breath washing over him, even the way it ruffled his fur, sending chills along his spine, was horrid....but, it came with a single prize. The removal of his gag.<br/><br/>"Ah! O-okay...okay!" His voice, soft and sweet, rings throughout the air.  Coughing slightly and licking his muzzle to free it of the 'dryness' the rope had left behind, Dart wiggles a little bit more, eventually flopping around onto his back so he could more readily look up into the faces of those present "U-um...p-please, please don't kill me. I'll tell you whatever you want to know! I'd t-taste terrible, anyway. I'm so small and unfilling, and all this FUR...it'd be so dry and tasteless. A-and...y-you'd likely be coughing up hairballs, and it would be disgusting..." Licking his thin, black lips, the fennec boy took a few deep breaths to calm his overwrung nerves, trying to focus a little less on pleading for his life, and a little more on the information that might keep him alive in the first place.<br/><br/>"I-i...assume you w-want..." Clearing his throat, he forces himself to stop shivering, lest the somewhat indescipherable speech be somehow unpleasant to the ears of his captors "numbers? Theres...Actil, Aniel, Shodon, Me, Meera, Lucan, Litala, Henriette, and Yumina.  Nine of us total. W-we're not even working for a profit on this. We're all White Wings, this was a special request straight from Lilian herself. Said to come here and claim this well for HER, and...w-well, I dunno what she'd do with it. If it's magical artifacts, great, but if it's arcane energy...she's not a spellcaster, I don't know what she'd use it for. I SWEAR I don't."  Once more licking his suddenly dry lips, he flops around a little more on the ground, trying to get a little more comfortable, though the bindings themselves pretty well prevent that.<br/><br/>"I-i...am sure they're...hostile." He swallowed lump that had suddenly welled up in his throat. It might be to preserve his own life, but selling out his companions felt...wrong. Still, he wanted to live. Oh gods, he wanted to live "There was another group that had the place occupied a couple of days ago. I don't even remember their names. It doesn't matter, we wiped them out. Those that survived were being kept as a snack. I think there's only one left now. I-i think, um...Litala and Actil are out of the picture for the most part, neither of them were doing too good, last I heard. That still leaves you dealing with the others, though..." Biting his lower lip, he decides against further embellishment upon the his companion's abilities. After all, the less they knew, or the less they asked about...well, it was better for everyone, right?<br/><br/>"..Y-you are likely too late to get the well, if that is what you're after. Actil was on the verge or opening it. Once that's done, you'd be better off staying away. If it's an arcane well, him and Aniel are both REALLY capable of using it...m-maybe you should just retreat, huh? Let me go, head back to town? It-it's not really worth the money, is it?" It was a hopeful proposal, and he hoped, ooohhh how he hoped, that the knowledge the well was nearly open would perhaps make taking on the farmhouse and those holed up inside less appealing. As a little follow up, he whimpers "Please, let me go...I'll run off and you won't see me again. No need to stick me in a web like some kinda common FLY..."