Vearan

Alaric got to his feet and held out his hand. She was not okay and he knew it. "Alright." It was a good thing she was so positive towards her situation. 'She always acts like this, not wanting anybody to worry about her.' Alaric shook his head, confused. What was that just now? Was that him who was thinking? Strange. Alaric put the voice aside and focused on Rina. Hopefully he would find something in that room that belonged to him.

Vixen stared at the man for too long, it felt like. He was contemplating lying to her- something she didn't realize right away that she noticed. But then his answer came out in a random blurt that took her by surprise. She felt as though she was not accustomed to dealing with people of such uncertain traits. It bothered Vixoria to no end that she couldn't remember anything about who she was or what she did and why in the world she was dressed up like a woman less respected than a typical bar maiden. But with that confusion came an odd sense of peace. As though she knew it would all come back to her in due time.

She sucked in her full bottom lip and chewed on it in careful contemplation. Her dark brown eyes studied him carefully, deciding what to do with him. He could prove useful to her, still. If he wasn't such a nervous wreck he could be more useful, but it would work for now. She briefly considered her own situation, and wondered why she hadn't been a nervous wreck.

"I am Vixen." She said, remembering the words written in the sand she woke up to. The woman in all her ripped up and dirt-stained fancy garb knelt before him and grabbed both of his hands in hers and brought him up to his feet. Still holding his hands in hers, she asked with a soft firmness:"What is your name?"

The poor man looked as though he had been through more hell than she felt she had. His face seemed to be engraved with this expression of dark somberness. Ah, well... easier for her to manipulate and use, she supposed. He hadn't really complained about it yet, and easily seemed to bend to her will.

He could prove useful. Especially if he did not remember who he really was. Such thoughts seemed to sicken the back of her mind, but that was not her ultimate concern right now. Her ultimate concern was survival. It wasn't determined if Chain would be vital to her finding her way out, and figuring out who she was and why the hell she was in this labyrinth... But he couldn't possibly be useless, either.

Sure he could. Some part of her mind offered casually. But that's not an issue. Not really. A twisted grin formed on the vision of herself she saw in her mind's eye and she subconsciously put a hand on her hip. Nothing was there besides the hem of her gaudy skirt.

When she hadn't answered him for a while, his sad green eyes looked up at the lady. He could tell she didn't know what to do with him, and with that came indecision. He knew it: she would probably ditch him right there and then to bleed to death, alone and miserable. He could picture it now - her back faced away from him, her oddly skimpy clothing clinging to her body as she slowly paced away, as he watched her go. He couldn't deal with that. He needed somebody, anybody just to be with, to tell him what to do and why. Free will was an unheard of suggestion, it was as if he never knew what it was to begin with, so he wouldn't know how to develop such skills now. His mind began to race, thoughts swirling through his head like a black pit until her voice cut through his thoughts.

I am Vixen His train of thought stopped cold, and he looked at her with complete bewilderment. She looked like a bar maid, maybe even a lady of the night, and her name was Vixen. Well, that cleared things up for Chain slightly. Even if he wasn't completely on the right track. Still, it was a good start: Normally if a person gives you their name, they don't just leave you there alone. He didn't keep his hopes up, but at least he was making a step in a slightly better direction. What threw him off, once again, was her question that she posed to him. What is your name? What was my name?? Chain thought bewildered. How could he answer that truthfully? He didn't even know why he was so depressing, let alone the name of his existence. Such things seemed so trivial to him, unimportant and usually forgettable. Why would a lady care for his name anyway? He was a nobody, a simple... What? It pained him that he didn't even know what he was, and that was visible on his face.

He grabbed his wound, which he wasn't starting to feel anymore, and slowly pushed himself up. He wobbled a little, feeling slightly lightheaded, and then planted both feet with his left hand on his wound. "I do not know my name Miss, nor do I have any memory of ever owning one. However, you may call me Chain." The chains bound to his arms rattled against the wall in response as he swayed a little before steadying himself.