The prisoner's first words, his accent lying somewhere between Crailese and Barathian, are "I'm fine, thank you, and better to be away from Captain Tarek and his brute squad."<br/><br/>However, Dominique gets a moment of shock, because the man beneath the rough cloth bears a powerful likeness to a villain he and every other Zorinian would just as soon see dead of some embarrassing and painful ailment...this not exactly the dread Markiz Lupini, needing at least a haircut and a shave to come closer, but there's a family look about them.  They are kin, to be sure, and if not than Vaoz Himself is playing a joke upon the world!<br/><br/>"Carlo Spideri, at your service," the man says with a hint of a rakish grin as he holds his Fetters up.  "Any chance you've got the key to these?  I'm not exactly a koldun, yet they seem to think I need these."<br/><br/>+ + +<br/><br/>The officer risks a glance upwards and a scowl crosses his handsome face for just a moment.<br/><br/>"And now you have stolen a highly ranked nobleman's property to boot!  Be you the prince of demons or, more likely, a japesome layabout with pretensions of glory, I cannot simply let you depart.  You bested my Falcons, which means you have some skill.  Good.  That will make this more interesting!  Do you require another moment to rest yourself?  I shall not have it said I did not extend you every proper courtesy, no matter your rank."