Looking over at Hakim, curiously the man has the look of yet another who has been imprisoned, yet neither are collared, and with little deduction Galen figures that the man exiting the cell next to him is a recently freed slave. Nodding to the dusky man beside him warily, he keeps a low stance bow ready to be drawn, though no arrow is present, nor does he appear to be carrying a quiver anywhere on him, reeks of mysterious comedy though his stance leaves little doubt that he believes the bow will be of more use then a beautiful and probably fragile club,<br/>In a quiet firm voice Galen speaks in common, "I offer you truce until we have exited this prison and are free from immediate, we can play at diplomacy and see if we need to kill each other like civilized men later."