Sadar

Sadar had been mostly quiet in the march back, the shame of being manacled for saving the woman combined with the blood loss and heavy wounds leaving him semi-stupified. When they are taken into the Captain's office he nods sadly at the words, expecting and accepting that its likley that they would be bought by slavers and sold into mines or fighting pits for a likley squalid existence.

At mention of helping the captain he looks up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "So Captain, I know I would favour helping you rid your district, if not the City of this bliss. To help speed things up would you be bale to suggest a contact, either helpful or one you believe underhanded that we could start with in our efforts to curtail the supply of Bliss?"

Looking at the others he grins a little. "I assume we are all in agreement, that helping the Captain is preferable to a rigged trial and an auction block?"