Lasrie blinked in surprise at Azarel’s words.<strong>”How the bloody hell did you know about the ring? We didn’t even know about it until we cracked open the chest.”</strong>The mage spoke in a wide-eyed, panicky voice as threat of injury and worse loomed over him.<strong>”I swear, I have no idea where he ran off to! If there was a hideaway, we would have been there instead of here and this is all that’s left of our group. The carriage guards took out or healers during the ambush, hence why I’m as banged up as I am and our numbers are so small. I swear, I’m telling the truth. Please, take the gold if you want, just don’t hurt me!”</strong><br/><br/>Once Azarel finished speaking to whatever resided on the other side of the sheet, a low, throaty rumbling sound reverberated replied in answer that could signify either impatience or pensive consideration.<strong>”While I do not fault your wisdom in regards to freeing an unknown quantity from its prison, my experiences have taught me that most of the civilized beings in these parts are largely sight based. As such, perhaps a larger portion of your skepticism would be abated by removing this blasted cover. I assure you that it’d take much more than fine cloth to hold me captive.”</strong>As if to punctuate his comment, there was the meaty sound of impact against something hard and unyielding.<strong>”Thick steel bars on the other hand is an entirely different matter.”</strong>