Tristan could not see where the womans voice was coming from in the position he was in, his wrists had begun to bleed as he tried to pull his hands free of there binding, despite himself he had to admire the work of whoever had made his shackles "look i don't know what you want with me but i don't have much money on me, i'll give it to you but please let me go" his accent was English, southern by the sound of it, his face was covered in soot and sweat from the dirt on the ground and the sweat from the heat and his amxiaty.<br/><br/>As he looked at what he could see he took note of the other captives, like him they all looked strong or had at least some kind of phisical aspect that women would find attractive. He waited quietly for whatever would happen when the voice gave command that they all be taken away "i guess this is it" he muttered glumly.