'Can someone help us?'
The call echoed through the passageways, bouncing off of the walls until it hit the ears of a figure crouching in a corner. His pointed ears caught the sound, and he shook his head in dismay.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath. They're captured, and they think calling for help with save them? The only people who are going to hear are their captors. And me, of course. Anyway. . .'
Faelis was not in a particularly good mood today. His day had started with his night, actually, when he had barely gotten four hours of sleep out of nearly forty-two hours. Then he found that he was almost out of his eye lining khol, and there was no place to buy(or steal) the good stuff for miles. That in itself wasn't particularly horrible, but then he had been almost caught by the city guard(due to the fact that he had hardly slept at all the night before. He had been beaten half to death by them by the time he had escaped, so now he was sore and bruised as well as tired.
He turned back to what he was doing, which was bending a small wire into the correct shape for picking a lock. He held up the finished product to the light, his golden eyes taking in his work.
Satisfied, he stepped out of the alcove he was in and turned to the door next to him. He slipped the pick into the lock and jiggled it around a bit, there was a soft click, and the door swung open.
He peered around the door and slipped inside. He swore softly, however, upon seeing what lay in the room. Not money, that's for sure.
"Should've known there wouldn't be anything good in here," he snarled to himself. "Anything better would have had better security! You should know better, you've broken in here before!"
The small room appeared to be an office, and Faelis rifled through the drawers anyway, he was here, wasn't he? May as well make the best of it.
He was pleased to find someone's purse of coins, but nothing else besides papers. Before he left the office he debated whether or not to go and look for anything more valuable.
"Better not," he said to himself. "This day has been bad enough, I don't need to get thrown into the fighting pit. . ."
So he left the room, making sure to close and lock it behind him, and started down the hall.
He didn't think of the voice again until he came to one of the cell-blocks of the Colosseum. This part of the cells were obviously hardly used, as all the cells were empty. Save one.
"You didn't happen to be calling for help before, did you?" He stopped in front of the cell, peering inside at the two bound figures within, may as well get something interesting out of this day, even if it was just talking to some prisoners. Usually quite collected with his appearance, Faelis was just not in the mood today, and while the swelling was completely gone, the large bruise over his right eye did nothing to make his bored and tired expression any more welcoming.
(OOC: Sorry for the long reply! :P)