The man halt’s all movement, and you see two glowing silver eyes staring at where Kilan stood, frozen in panic.

“U-Uh, guys?” Kilan says nervously.

The man shifted, looking around at the rest of the group. He’s still growling, but it doesn’t seem to be directed at any of them in particular. His back is still hunched due to the lack of space for him and his wings, and he doesn’t react as Kilan approaches.

As Kilan nears, she is able to make out more details. The man’s face is bruised and there’s many small cuts and scrapes across his entire body that she could see, along with the harpoon that was stuck through his calf, forcing him to put all his weight on one leg and his chained wrists. It was obvious that the man had put more weight onto the chains than his leg, as the area around his wrists was rubbed raw and even bleeding in certain places.

Kilan gasps and ran over to the cage, turning back to her friends. “Oh my god! Guys, he’s hurt!” she whisper-yelled to them. “We need to help him!”

The man, in response to Kilan’s sudden closeness to him, growls out another string of words and thrashes against his restraints, causing the chains to dig deeper into his skin. He lets out another almost feral growl, his barring his teeth and lifting his good leg to kick at the cage.

His kick just barely misses Kilan’s head, his kick landing solidly on the metal bar just to the right of her head, the impact making it creak and bend outwards a good couple inches.

Kilan tries her best not to flinch, however she fails to do so and jumps backwards. The Tiefling is aware of what he is saying, having known the same language as him. Kilan is abruptly pulled back as a familiar human pushes the Tiefling behind her, Mathilde brandishing her quarter-staff in preparation to fight, if needed.

Kilan places a hand on Mathilde’s shoulder and says quickly; “Wait! He thinks were one of the slavers, let me try to convince him the we’re trying to help.”

Mathilde looks back at Kilan with a skeptical look. “You sure about that?”

The Tiefling nods and puts a little more pressure on the human’s shoulder as a silent plea.

Mathilde, reluctantly, puts her arm down for Kilan to go, keeping her staff at the ready.

As Kilan approached once again, this time she stuck her hand through the bars and said quietly in Infernal; “Don’t worry, we are here to help you. We are good people, I promise. We did not put you here.”

The man, originally very wary of her, perks up a bit at the sound of his own language, however he pushes himself away from her outstretched hand. He doesn’t get very far, as his wings make it hard to maneuver in the small area he is trapped in.

Kilan slowly reaches up to the man’s bound hands and her hand starts to shake as the man’s gaze never leaves her own, his bright silver eyes slightly intimidating her. He finally looks away when his hands are suddenly free with a quiet CLINK.

After so much weight being put on only one leg, it gives out from under him and he falls suprisingly gracefully to the floor of his cage. He is no longer growling as he was when they had first found him.

Before any of the group have time to react to it, the man reaches back and yanks the harpoon out of his leg with a guttural yell, quickly tossing it aside and placing his hands on the wound. Only moments pass as his hands glow and pulse with a fiery light, and he pulls away. His wound is now healed, nothing, not even a scar. It looks like it never even happened.

The man looks up at Kilan and his gaze no longer seems as frightening.

Kilan turns back to her team. “We should help free him,” she says.

“Are you sure about that?” Graham speaks from Mathilde’s left, startling her. “He seems very strong, and if he turns on us it won’t end well.”

“Yeah, it won’t end well for him,” Mathilde adds quietly.

Graham goes to give her a pointed look only to realize that she won’t see it because of his invisibility.

Anaya, who had been silent until now, steps forward. “I say we help him. Who’s with me?”

Kilan, Anaya, Mathilde, and, although unseen, Graham all vote yes.

“This is so stupid, why am I doing this?” Graham whispered to himself as he stepped forward.