The Gambit

Ceriden sighed. In retrospect, it was unresonable for expect the gaunt man to reply to his inquiry any more than he had replied to Sabina's. Still, he had one more trick up his sleeve before he gave up. Reaching out to the man's mind, Ceriden telepathically whispered "This is Ceriden Malkaan, the man standing in front of you. Your owner and I desperately want to know who you are. If you do not want to or are unable to speak, please project a thought back to me. I will be able to understand it."

Hopefully, Ceriden thought. It just occured to Ceriden that the man might not speak their language. His face had a fairly elven curvature to it, though it would be difficult to confirm if he was an elf without seeing the man's ears, which he couldn't through the man's long black hair. He waited for a reply, standing a safe distance away after Sabina expressed her concerns. That he had been muzzled seemed unusual, especially considering how quite the slave seemed. Hopefully the man would open up telepathically, and Ceriden could get to know enough about him to determine if he would work for the spell or not.