[he frowned at the torrent of words. The stranger was right about that, at least. It was a lot to take in, and he wasn't truly inclined to believe most of what had just rushed out. Really, this following his unusual arrival was enough to truly make him question the reality of the whole mess.

He can't process it all, but his mind filed away the details for future reference. Wings and pants, apparently common. Not dead. Luceti. Branded. Trapped. It would be sorted through later, if a moment of relative peace could be found. Meanwhile, his jaw juts slightly before he addresses the approaching man]

You imagine correctly, sir, but you'll forgive me if I'm not yet inclined to leave this place. Particularly not before I know the whereabouts of my men.