Once the ship got moving, and the land no longer visible, just ocean on every side Tenarius returned his attention to his captives, having been too busy until then. He strode down to the cell, his hammer no-where he sight, but still adorned in his armour, minus his hood. With key in hand he let himself in, locking it again, should something happen and one of them try their hands.<br/><br/>"Its a funny thing, for all the holy power behind your armour, my enchanter was able to break it down and use its magics to make my own armour all the more power. I think there's something ironic about it, do you appreciate irony?" He asked the paladin, chained up and covered in rags, the priest in similar form, albeit still unconscious by the seems of it.<br/><br/>He let a gauntleted hand rise up, to stroke the side of her face. "Well Blood Elf...do you?"