Leaving? Well, I do not know if our captors intend to ever free us. Oft do masters scant desire to find themselves bereft of their slaves, and for all the perfunctory decor and frivolity this gaol of ours offers and is adorned, we are certainly that.

[His expression tightens for a moment, the thought of it stinging a little, even if he's well known their place here, even if others might not see it as such. It's only a moment, then it returns to that softer expression from before. One of confidence and certainty, regardless of how earned it may or may not be. As he places the butt of his halberd to the ground like one might rest a staff, he speaks again.]

Through our efforts we have been capable of saving worlds that were lost or nearly so, but even then it was through our coerced labors. Still, should our wardens bid we remain, it does not mean we cannot fight to break free of our shackles.