hafrogman
Adventurer
Anitol shrugs at Ethan's question . . . well, he shrugs as much as he can while shackled.
"I don't know exactly. As I said, details were not exactly forthcoming. Perhaps this whole escapade is some kind of . . . test? Whoever it is doesn't want us free as much as they want to see if we can do it ourselves."
He blinks a little to try and decipher Valeria's input.
"Items turn into patches? A set of lockpicks would certainly be useful right about now, yes. Is that what you think this one is? I thought it was a crowbar and fondue fork."
He peers at the veil in the dim light of the cell and focuses on the patch on the left of the central star. He reaches out to touch the patch hesitantly.
"I don't know exactly. As I said, details were not exactly forthcoming. Perhaps this whole escapade is some kind of . . . test? Whoever it is doesn't want us free as much as they want to see if we can do it ourselves."
He blinks a little to try and decipher Valeria's input.
"Items turn into patches? A set of lockpicks would certainly be useful right about now, yes. Is that what you think this one is? I thought it was a crowbar and fondue fork."
He peers at the veil in the dim light of the cell and focuses on the patch on the left of the central star. He reaches out to touch the patch hesitantly.