"I'll have to keep that in mind." He made a note to remember that when evening came again. It would make it a lot easier to fight this place, or escape, if he could collect supplies beforehand.

It was hard not to be frustrated, though, when his tablemate couldn't give him a solid answer for Landel's actions. His fork jabbed sullenly into the waffle as he fought against the idea - the very real idea, he knew - that this place might just be someone's idea of entertainment. Outrage boiled in his gut at the thought, threatening to explode. He wanted to shout, wanted to hit something, but he couldn't. He'd been warned what would happen if he did. His hand clenched into a fist before he forced it to relax.

"Well, even if we don't know why, it's still wrong." It wasn't an argument. He wasn't trying to convince this man of anything. It was an angry statement of fact he knew they both agreed with. "I guess we don't need to know why. We just need to do something to stop it." He just didn't know what that something was yet.

Looking up from his waffle, it finally occurred to him that neither of them had introduced themselves yet. Putting down his fork, he held out his hand. "I'm Lloyd."