Reggae frowned at the taste of the sack as he chews on it, spitting it out now that his goal had been completed and he could see in front of him. Bound behind his back as they were, his arms would be practically useless for anything but casting spells, but he could now free himself if an opportunity presented itself. One of the others would have to make the first move though. Their escorts had not noticed him chewing the hole, but if he tried calling upon Abadon's aid, they'd surely notice.