Snippet #2137007

Cragin would walk in giving a polite smile to the Saiyan. He would carry a glass of water and a piece of bread and the door would close behind him soundlessly, Cragin would set it down on a table at one side of the room, walking over and undoing the chains binding the man to the wall. He wouldn't seem to pay attention at all, simply going to a chair at the opposing end and sitting silently, he would link his fingers at the knuckles popping them before slinking the arms through one another to cross them at his chest. He would yawn watching Rubis studiously, he hadn't really planned this part out. It would be dishonorable to kill him this way..

His smile would turn wicked, one lip open at one end just enough to expose a canine. He would nod to the guards, "Thank you." They would return nods and then be shuffling out of the room. They were all to learn his own language, but most were yet to be fluent enough to speak much in it. It was clear they preferred to be quiet, they were a strong and powerful race, growing only more strong and powerful. Clear why they'd stray away from dumb mouths. Ofcourse, a wise man talks little and says much while a dumb man talks much and says little. His eyes would dart back to the Saiyan, pity resting in them.

"Well then, I've decided. I don't know where you're going. You're not staying here." Cragin would say it sternly, his voice assertive and authoritative. "I will allow you to recover completely in a tank, but straight after, I trust you'll leave." Cragin would grit his teeth awaiting a response.