Jarod was afraid of this, it only now occurred to him that he could have created a tiny useless trinket, re-cast light to change it's location before letting the thing crumble and the magic with it, however it could have taken a few seconds to do that and obviously it was now a little late for that.<br/><br/>Jarod waved his hands in front of him in denial. "M.. M.. Mee?? I'm not a M-Mage Just a little gnomish magic! P-Parlor tricks and nothing more!".<br/><br/>Mages studied tomes, were old, had beards and pointed hats, at least that's Jarod's impression of them, he neither studied spells scrolls nor did he cast spells in the conventional way, a sorcerer was likely just a hair stronger than him, but being small had it's advantages there too.<br/><br/>If his opponent was only the one coming towards him he might be able to pull off fighting him, but he wasn't the fighting type. Looking to the other three total strangers he couldn't help but think out one of two courses, he could give in and be at their Mercy, with no magic and hope an option came later for them to do something, or he could try his chances here. A frightened gnome he was and odds were not in his favor. There was possibly Six to Four, stand their ground, Six to One and he was sure to fail and probably die with welts and lashes and maybe a missing tongue, or potentially Nine to One. The other three likely never being on this boat before he doubted they would side with their captors, but one could only hope.<br/><br/>Still looking at the three he asked the question, hoping for a good response. "S..shall we go above and report? Or...." There was a glint of slyness in his eye as the question was left open; Out of sight of the sailor with the bandana where he squeezed his hand into a fist hinting at going hand to hand against them.<br/><br/>Jarod went over the spells he had available, and few would help with a fight, and using them before he had a plan was sure way to die or weaken himself. How do you keep a mage from being able to cast spells? Gag him, take away his spell book, and shake him every two hours after he goes to bed preventing his mind from concentrating, Jarod wasn't ready for any of those options (<em>although the spellbook he had before was a curiosity while delivering some goods</em>).<br/><br/>It was now up to the other three as to what they would do.