Not wanting to waste any time dawdling, when there were potential allies to free, Xarius goes about opening and inspecting the last of the cells. Within the first he is startled to find no life at all, though not entirely surprised by the sight of the skeletal remains of an unfortunate prisoner. Just as quickly as he'd opened the door, he would he shut it. "Won't be getting any help from that one." he mutters, before moving on to the next cell. During his brief transition down the hall, he casts his eyes over at Delia and the centaur, checking up on their progress with a curious smile. After determining that things seemed to be going well between the two of them, the catboy pushes into the next cell. "A succubus that can heal.. your just full of surprises." he muses once more.<br/><br/>Thankfully this next cell contained life, and a religious sort at that. Xarius allows the green skinned male ample time to finish his prayer, before making his own introduction. "So it seems.... My own faith was rewarded mere moments ago, it's only fitting that i play it forward." he exclaims with a smile. Though he initially knew not which deity the man served, and while his own dedication was no where near the levels of those within the priesthood, he could relate to the orcish male all the same.  Undoing the male's chains just as he had the drow before, Xarius offers his hand both in greeting, and as a means to help the man to his feet. "You may call me Xarius, it's a pleasure to meet you Garth. We've not freed the ship yet, but are in the process of unshackling the prisoners if you've any interest in assisting us. We're assembling in the hall outside, patching up one of those who was wounded in their cell at the moment." Xarius explains before leading the orcish male out into the hallway. "Everyone, this is Garth." he introduces the prisoner, motioning to him and then the others in turn, allowing them to introduce and talk among themselves if they so desired.<br/><br/>Xarius moves directly to the last cell, undoing the lock with practiced ease at this point, as he quickly pokes his head inside the opened door. The smell of cinder, assails his nose, though faint as it is his feline senses detect it all the same, as he enters the room. His eyes able to see in the darkness, widen at subtle signs of scorching, before falling on the figure of a woman chained at the other end. More so then the scents and burn marks in the cell, he was surprised by the way she was restrained, much more thoroughly than any of the previous prisoners. "Tch, the nerve of those guards..and I thought i had it bad... restraining a beautiful maiden so barbarically." he speaks softly as he approaches the woman. "Name's Xarius, and I've come to free you." he explains just as he had to the prisoners before. Observing her closely as she turns to the side, Xarius takes more than a moment to examine her body subtly drinking in her curves. She was quite the looker, a match even for the succubus perhaps, had he met her in the tavern back home he'd have been sure to pour on the charm.. in a dank prison cell, well there was a time and a place, and this, this was not it. Though the manner in which she was restrained, the charing on the walls, and the wild look in her eyes upon first opening the door led the catboy to be cautious, and yet dangerously curious. "Firstly....this gag." he continues to speak softly, looking upon her face with a warmth in his gaze, his own handsome features made all the more mysterious in the dimly lit cell. The back of his hand gently brushes her cheek as he moves the other holding the key to undo any locks that may hold her gag in place, before steadily removing the dowl, warm, gentle fingertips run against her lips as he proceeds to peel the cloth away. "That had to have left your mouth horribly dry.." he murmurs, sympathetically, before tossing the gag to the side. "We'll have to get you something to drink once we get out of here."  He explains as he moves to undo the gauntlets on her hands next.  The paladin shows no apprehension as he goes about freeing her, though his curiosity is steadily mounting as to the reason the guard's saw fit to so thoroughly restrain the rightfully angry woman. By this point he was so practiced in undoing these locks the rest of her unchaining would be a trivial matter so long as he didn't run into any unexpected surprises.  Undoing her gauntlets he looks curiously on, at her newly exposed hands "those couldn't have been comfortable either." he comments "and here i thought my cell arrangements had been bad."