As some of the other prisoners frantically threw themselves at the bars of their cells and begged to be part of the company Reaver was hiring, regardless of whether they could actually be useful in such a venture, an argonian in a leather hood stepped forward a bit more quietly and rested his hands against his iron cage. "You wouldn't need extra help if this was just to find a lost object, right? So you want those capable of tracking down and almost certainly fighting whoever took this precious amulet of your lord's," the red-skinned lizard asked without a hint of sarcasm in his voice, actually sounding rather polite when he addressed the notorious businessman. He had heard much about Reaver during his many years in Cyrodiil, not all of it good, but he could not let himself judge a man until he had witnessed his actions for himself. Until he learned more, Reaver was another child of Akatosh to be blessed.<br/><br/>Whether he received an answer or not, the being from the Black Marsh nodded his head slightly, almost as if affirming his own thoughts and assumptions on the matter. "If you believe you can convince the Nords to allow me freedom, then I will do what I can to track down this treasure. I do hope, though, that you will tell us whether it is common thieves we are hunting after, or something more dangerous. Not for the benefit of criminals, but so we might have a better chance of success," Sageclaw continued in a soft voice that barely carried over the frenzied begging and near-threats of the more desperate men around him, sliding once more to the back of his cell and leaning forward against the winter-cold stone as he peered out the tiny crevice in the wall that passed for a window. "If you allow me to go, please also retrieve my bow from the warden. I don't wish to get a new one and have to learn its feel in the middle of combat."