Zaer shrugged. "You can call it whatever you like, Kayla. I recognize a prison cell when I'm in one." He frowned for a moment. "Tormin's field... yeah, that's something that everyone is familiar with. Although, there's no need to get so angry." He then mutters. "And they say my people are hot headed..." This girl certainly lived up to her reputation. At least, her attitude did. He'd have to see her skills in a fight to know for certain what had earned her such fame and renown. "You're ignoring my question though. They don't throw people in here without a reason. And you're not one as I can see betraying her people, so I know that isn't it."<br/><br/>His attention shifted as a second figure appeared in the small window. He could make out her features, and identified her as a Light Tribe member. He gave a small smirk to her. "If you missed the initial introductions, I'm Zaer Kurn of the Fire Tribe." He tossed his head back, indicating the walls of his cell. "Trust me, were it not for the runes, I'd have busted out of here on day one." He'd been trying to find a weakness in the cells for sometime, but there was nothing that his eye could see to be of any use to him in escaping from this place.<br/><br/>He frowns as he hears the Light Tribe girl whispering to Kayla of the Storm Tribe. He turned his head a bit, trying to hear a bit better. He managed to catch the last of it, and shook his head. So she wanted a way out. So did anyone else who had ever set foot in a prison cell. His eyes moved back and forth, curious about this pair of elves. It seemed quite unusual for more than one person to be put in these rooms. They must've been involved in something together. But what would bring a Storm elf and a Light elf together?