Zaer frowned as the Storm tribe elf decided to completely ignore him. He couldn't hear any of her whispers, so he just turned and leaned his back against the door. The two of them were still standing by the door, so he wasn't sure they were done talking to him yet. He knew that the Fire and Storm tribes had a history with each other, but he had never had any part in it personally. Old habits died hard.<br/><br/>As he heard the Light elf speak to him to get his attention, he turned his head, looking at the girl curiously. Lord Zaer... it sounded strange to hear that being spoken aloud, after so long. He quickly pushed those thoughts aside. There were more important things at the moment that required his attention. He shook his head a bit. "So I'm expected to answer your questions when you will not answer mine? That's a bit unfair, don't you think? Besides, now's not the time. The guards will be returning soon. I will tell you this though. I've been her long enough to try every method I could possibly think of to get out of this place. And now, I've reached the conclusion that it's impossible to break out of here alone. So if either of you do have any sort of idea, I suggest you try it fairly quick, before the guards return. We do have some time though. They're so confident in the security of this place that the guards seem to slack off a bit." A frown crossed his face. "Now that I think about it, I've never known any cell to hold more then one person at a time. Who knows? Maybe there's something that can be done by two that can't be done by one..." He shrugged. "Or not. You'll just have to try and see."