Rue liked the city. Well, he liked the white marble pillars of Phaonica, the lovely view of his favorite tree from his terrace, the sights and sounds of Immanion. This place was nothing compared to it. But, at the moment, he wasn't at Phaonica. As much as he would have preferred it, he was not seated at his terrace with a glass of wine, gazing at the view below. He wondered how long it would take his consort to realize he was even gone.

Staring at the person in front of him, Rue raised an eyebrow. "Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Although I'm not sure what kind of kidnapper dumps us at the docks, unrestrained. " A small pause. " I wonder how much I'm worth." He wondered if Pell would even pay, or if he'd do a little dance in his private quarters while crafting a perfect speech announcing to the public the Tigrina's apparent demise at unknown hands.