Reggae was just following along with things for the time being. The tale of their capture had been embarassing, and he chastised himself inwardly where he could, but even he did not know the path these lost travellors were to take, and perhaps this was all a necessary part of the quest. Regardless, he would see their journey through to the end.<br/><br/>Reggae was not going to initiate any escape attempts, unless requested of him, but he still put his mind to thinking of how best to do so should it be required of him. He had to be ready after all. His mind immediately focused on the biggest problem of any escape attempt he might try, the flaxen sack around his head absolutely had to go. Or at least... tear a little so he might be able to see something of the world beyond its smothering embrace. Without at least that mercy, he would not be able to guide the power of Abadon on the mortal plane. The bindings on his arms were less of a concern. They would make it more difficult to direct the power, but with a little concentration, he could still perform the gestures required to call upon Abadon's power. If they had somehow bound his hands instead of his arms things would have been much worse.<br/><br/>With his immediate goal decided, Reggae began lashing out with his tongue bit by bit to pull that flaxen sack into his mouth. If all went well he would be able to chew it just enough for that precious trickle of light to reach his eyes and give him the line of sight he'd so desperately need if things went awry.