Cid thinks to himself, "It seems to me that everyone here has advanced a bit. Good for them." He then ponders with his quarterstaff near his chin, thinking about his own memories of the past, especially that which was his life before being enslaved.
He then ponders out loud, wondering if anyone is listening, "You know, at one time I was being trained to become a church inquisitor. It was during my first real mission, as an aid to a particularly brash young Paladin, that I was captured and turned over to the slavers. I was, at the time, responsible for simply overseeing, recording, and possibly protecting the mission. We were to detain the slavers, because they had been practicing againt the church, but we were sent into an ambush. It was quite the storm that night... I wonder if it will ever storm like that again..."