"A very annoyed victim of kidnapping, assault, theft, and probably some other things besides when I was unconscious! Anything besides that I haven't had time to figure out because there is a bear god out to kill me."

"Few would expect reason from the capricious and vindictive spirits of the Rashemi wilds," points out the man in the mess of runes. "And what will you do if there is no reason to be found, hm? If all you lead anyone to is a hopeless battle against an ancient bear god and his garishly-colored furry rage? Why would one such as I follow you to such folly?"

"In order, stab him until he sees reason, let him have me before his unjustified rage is turned against anyone else, and." she pauses, and looks at him. She reviews the contents of her conversation with this person. He hasn't actually said no, has he, or even implied that he's not interested. He's mostly just prodded her to watch her react, which implies...

"... Aren't you bored?"

"Do I seem like I dislike my surroundings? I assure you, I am quite comfortable here."

"That wasn't what I asked. I asked if you were bored."

"If I were, what do you care? Do you have plans to keep me entertained?"

Safiya counts on her fingers. "We've fought a bear god in his own den, battled necromancers, and we're headed for the Death God's Vault to rescue a half-celestial former Doomguide if we've got time before the bear god comes back... is any of that entertaining?"

"Travelling the land with two lovely and talented young women, battling bear gods and necromancers and raiding the vaults of gods?" His mouth twitches. "Very well, you have a willing soldier at your side. Shall we be off?"

"Excellent. Is anyone else at all won over by that agenda?"

"You are madwomen and the bear god will kill you," says the first prisoner from before.

"I'm not even going to be executed," says the second, "and following you sounds like certain death, so... no."

"Great, then we can go," says Ciaveth brightly, like she hadn't even heard the contents of their refusal. She definitely did, but she does not care. Hooray, new party member! New party member that's kind of a narcissistic creep, but whatever, she's worked with more infuriating people!

Their shiny new party member looks at the runes ostensibly holding him and his spirit in the room. Then he casually slides a foot forward to smudge something, and hops over the whole mess with an air of self-satisfaction. The message is clear; it was not at any point holding him at all.

"Ah, at last, my eyes fall upon your beauty, my matron-of-the-cell!" he says to the witch jailer, before anyone else gets the chance to get a word in ahead of him. "I know your heart breaks at our parting, but alas, I cannot spend all my time salvaging the scrawlings of your bored child. Do let them know that if they don't improve soon, they'll be fit for naught but, hm." He taps his chin. "Sleeping away their shifts as a lackluster warden, I suppose."

The witch's mouth twists. "These old hands may not have the dexterity for runes, but they still trace the pattern of a curse well enough. Get out of my jail before I demonstrate."

"Oh, spare me your wrath, my gentle constitution could not handle the strain of a curse of a minor rash, or perhaps—"

"Nope," interrupts Ciaveth, with a finger jab into the back of his head. "None of that. Make friends on your own time, buddy. If you manage to upset the witches before we meet Okku, we will actually just leave you to their mercies. Out."

The newly ex-convict snorts, gives off an amused, "Fiiine. Spoilsport," but out the door he goes.

"Thank you very much for tolerating us, have a lovely day," she says to the witch, and then out they can go.

"A sarcastic dream-walker, a Red Wizard, and a foreigner cursed by the spirits... I don't think we'll have any trouble making friends," Safiya says when they exit the prison. "Should we collect the wayward angel now, and complete the set?"

"That still needs to wait for nightfall. And if we do find her there's no guarantee she'll join our merry band."

"A Red Wizard. My, we are very eclectic, aren't we. What company our strange foreigner keeps."

"You should have seen my last bunch. Or actually, never do, if a dwarf that wants to punch everything shows up here, you don't know me."

"Yes, what a drastically different state of affairs that would be from the current status quo."

"Oh. I'm Ciaveth Farlong. Nice to, uh, meet and get you out of prison? So far."

"Safiya. So far, I agree."

"Gannayev-of-Dreams," he says, bowing. "A pleasure to make your acquaintances as well." Amused head-tilt. "So far," he adds, teasing.