<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/cd/75/ce/cd75ce849af9a41b76ed4f801ade72fd.jpg)</div>Watching the three women intently the prisoner mutters aloud to himself, "There is an air of truth about you.  You are... more substantial than the twistings of the mind-flayers."  His tongue touches his lips and he gives a nod of appreciation, perhaps only just now taking a moment to appreciate each of the three women.  After all, if they were real after all these years.  He blinks his eyes and reaches up to scratch at his beard and then pushes himself up to a standing position.<br/><br/>"Tentacle-faces, you say?  So you killed at least two of them?" he asks sharply of Nuria before a crinkling smile comes to his face as he looks to the barbarian, "I'm afraid there may be no more... you called them illithid?  It could be they have this other name, I have been held for many moons."  As he explains this, his hands move over his body, rubbing at bruises, cleaning himself off, and then flickering with magic that causes the dirt, sweat, slime, and (thankfully) smell to slough off of his body.  This done, he leans back, his body now clean, his beard and hair no longer matted, looking for all the world like a young noble king from the stories.  "Aaaaah.  This freedom...  I will be slow to move, though I would will against it, but we can leave.  Unless... you have a wish for treasure?"<br/><br/>With slow steps, he carefully walks out of the cell, joints unused for some time cracking as he goes.  His steps even are uncertain, the chains on the wall would not allow him to stand for long.  As he comes to the bent, melted bars, he leans against them for a moment, then pauses as he looks down at the ground and at the ceiling.  "There is yet another cage.  These mind-flayers are nothing if not careful.  I must be granted permission to leave by someone outside," his voice has become stronger since the manacles were removed, his tail flicking behind him as his grey skin shines in the dim shadows of the prison.  "Would you let me free?"  This he asks with his face pointed very seriously at Nuria.<br/><br/>Up close, the man looks more impressive than he did on the ground in the muck.  He stands tall, nearly as tall as Phelypsis, and is powerfully built.  There is closer a slight look of undernourishment about him, but it only serves to highlight his muscular thighs, abs, and arms.  The burns on his arms show up brightly, obviously painful but the collection of bruises, scars, and lumps over the rest of his body likely dampen some of that.  His eyes are bright yellow, shining, glinting.  There is some spirit in him yet.  Despite his nakedness, he carries himself as though draped in splendor, unconcerned about the eyes that may be on him and his thick, hardened cock.  The way he eyes all three of the Delvers, especially the intimately curled up Sydney and Phelypsis, is wantful.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, there may yet be things you can learn about this man.  Perhaps someone should Discern Realities (http://www.dungeonworldsrd.com/moves#TOC-Discern-Realities).  What do you do?</strong>