No sooner had the Vixen spoken, would his mind be made up. (She understands me,and doesn't seem to be hostile. Gnolls on the other hand tend to have a bad reputation, but I am sure they wouldn't attack the one who rescued them from becoming lizard chow....) Xarces rationalizes. "Yes of course, hold still and I'll get you out of there." he states, as if she had any other choice in the matter, what with her being completely encased in the herb infused clay.<br/><br/>Xarces then puts his sword away, only to draw his dagger. Kneeling down beside the logs he begins to make a single incision along the length of the clay. It wouldn't be the most natural thing to cut that much was certain, but the bard is persistent and makes his way clear along it's length. He then buries his fingers within the incision and begins rolling and pushing the clay away.<br/><br/>As he works he steadily reveals her body, his cyan eyes drinking in her features, as her excursion culminates when his glowing orbs meet the blue of her own. A warm smile crossing Xarces' lips as he states "There we are, your free." His fingers prodding at the clay as he exclaims "You weren't kidding, that stuff was harder to budge then it looked...You poor dear....how ever did you wind up trapped in there?....." he poses the question as he reaches out to supportingly caress over her form "It's a good thing I came along when I did, would be a shame for such a beautiful vixen to end up a feast for those ravenous blackscales......I'm sure it's been terrible here, but do not worry, you are both safe now. For I have not come alone, there are others with me you see." The bard's voice is soothing, holding a perfect tone as he speaks, making it clear that this was the voice of a very talented musician.<br/><br/>(Something about her, about them seems familiar.....) Xarces ponders as the wheels in his mind begin to turn. A discussion he had with Surkil popping into his mind, the descriptions he had given of the previous group he had employed....."I know this may sound a bit strange, but something about you seems familiar....you....weren't hired to come here by a man named Surkil where you?" he asks softly, realizing that such a question would seem out of place to anyone other then the group, though he was very hopeful that he may have actually just found and rescued at least a few of the members. The bard then goes to work on freeing the gnoll in the same manner as he speaks with them both.