Zoltan makes a note to himself during these tortures listening for names through the haze of pain and marking each one of his tormentors for absolutely horrifying deaths or enslaveme- no even thats not good enough for them! Regardless Zoltan knew that an opportunity would inevitably come for their escape to be made. They just had to be atient and pray their bodies and souls were not damaged beyond repair when it does come. He was forced to endure it for an uncertain amount of time to his eyes. Sure Zoltan had the means to free himself as he knew several key spells by heart but with the constant torture he could not concentrate his mind enfeebled. Without his intellect it didn't matter if he had a contingency or not.<br/><br/>Then the chance finally came as he would look to the halfling cat or whatever it was. His head hurt so he couldn't think of the proper name for this being and why the hell would she call them angels. What did they fall from the sky or something? Either way Zoltan cared not so long as he gets loose and is able to recover his strength. He would gesture with his head as best as he could towards the shackles and manacles that bind him and his fellow prisoners.<strong>"Can't do much if we're held up like this. Get us down."</strong>