Luix listened carefully to Bardus, interest piqued such that he no longer desired a simple escape. His stomach and legs slowly returned to him as the man spoke, and he stood, crossing his arms over a broad chest, leaning casually against the wall of the cell. "A flail, breast plate, heavy steel shield... if you have one." He requested, a faint hint of haughtiness to his voice, as if he felt he'd already won. Which, in his head, he had.