1 - Have I made you desperate?

[lacksconviction]

[He takes his time before introducing himself, establishing the purpose of this place, the fact that his magic definitely was depleted and not coming back by any means known to him, and weighing up the odds of his escaping by the usual means, before deigning to make his first journal entry. He has taken off his ridiculous supervillain hat, for effect:]

My my, is this not an ambitious effort? Certainly, a more elaborate one than the last chamber in which I was imprisoned. To whose hospitality do I owe my gratitude, may I ask? Which one-eyed wolf has clamped these strange jaws around my throat?

[He smiles, but it's unconvincing. His eyes look strangely pained.]

Or perhaps I expect too much in assuming this a prison, rather than an arsenal of purloined weapons, or a vault to hold the spoils of war?

[A slight pause, before he decides he's giving away far too much, and clicks the communicator off.]

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[scentbombed]

[Son of? That's a dwarf thing, but he doesn't exactly look like one. But then again, neither does Carrot Ironfoundersson... She raises a brow.]

Angua, daughter of Serafine. Gr'duzk?

[lacksconviction]

[He tilts his head slightly, knitting his forehead at that last part.]

I am honored to be acquainted with you, daughter of Serafine.

Forgive me, did you... have something in your throat?

[scentbombed]

Angua will do, really. Captain Angua, if you go for manners. [On the one hand, this is something few inmates do. On the other hand, the most well-mannered people tend to be the sneakiest bastards. A challenge, indeed.]

And I was hoping you spoke Dwarfish, but apparently that's a shaft dream.

[lacksconviction]

Captain Aguna then. I'm quite honored.

[Good litmus test for sneaky bastard, Aguna!]

And I'm afraid not. I know a few words of giant but I prefer not to use them.

[scentbombed]

Giant? No, you're definitely not from my part of the universe, then.

[Despite the Dwarfish name, and the very Sto Latian accent... Honestly, Earth (she's assuming) is unbelievably confusing.]

At any rate, do you have any questions, Mr. Laufeyson?

[lacksconviction]

I've had the nature of my confinement here more or less explained, by now. Although I suppose I do wonder what would motivate someone who had a choice into coming here?

[scentbombed]

Well, some wardens have a contract with the Admiral -- deals, we call them. You know, help an inmate, get something you couldn't get otherwise. Some inmates find that a relief, and others seem to... disapprove. [She'll let you decide which one you are, Loki.]