>Examine the two people.
>"Who's the boss? Do I know you?"
>You look at the two people.
>They are both dressed in a similar attire, clad in a hauberk each with a sword and shield hanging off their backs.
>One of the men, the one who seems to favor calling the other an idiot, has short, blonde hair. The other has red hair at shoulder length.
>You catch the scent of blood coming from above your cell.
>The man with blonde hair shows a surprised expression on hearing your first question.
>"'Who's the boss?' Did you seriously just ask that? Everyone knows the boss round these parts."
>"Maybe he's not from around here?"
>"Shut the hell up, idiot. If he ain't from around here, why would the boss tell us to get him out of here?"
>"Well, uh..."
>The man with red hair seems unsure of how to respond.
>"That's right, idiot."
>"As for your other question, we're the people who're gonna save you. You don't need to know anything other than that."
>"Now stand clear before you hurt yourself."
>The two men appear to be preparing something.
>_