It had been an odd week for the young tactician. Jace had been traveling across the plains when he'd had an unfortunate run in with these nomads, and taken as a slave shortly after. As one might imagine, this irked the young and rather prideful man greatly. But he didn't show this discomfort, complying with the slavers to keep himself away from the whip, convince them he was submissive. It gave him a nice amount of time to observe them, learn as much about their little tribe as he could, then start plotting a way to escape. Unfortunately he didn't have many options, it seems these nomads had dealt with such attempts before; not like that would stop him, but it would be difficult, and he didn't quite want to leave without his equipment.
Luckily for him, he didn't have to do anything too risky, as an escape plan much better than his own arrived about a week after his capture. He watched with interest and amusement as the wolf assaulted the slavers' camp, unlike the others around him, he wasn't afraid. Sure he was rather startled, this was an unexpected turn of events, but he could tell the wolf wasn't after them. Since there was no threat to him, he got to enjoy observing the battle that unfolded before him, taking special interest in the face off against the leader...so much feinting. What most certainly surprised him however, was when he heard a voice in his head, the wolf looking right at him.
Jace jumped a little at the voice, tilting his head at the wolf, wondering if he actually heard something. After a bit of thinking he approached the captain, deciding that a telepathic wolf wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen. A couple of prisoners tried to stop him, eyeing the wolf warily, but he waved them off with a confident smile. "Don't worry, he hasn't attacked us, has he?" And with that logic, he walked over to the dead captain, casting a glance at the wolf before kneeling down to acquire the captain's keys. With the keys in hand, he proceeded to unshackle himself before walking over to another prisoner, freeing them and instructing them to free the others. This accomplished, he cast yet another glance at the wolf before going off and rummaging around the camp in search of his equipment. He returned after about a minute with a rather ornate looking sword and a wheellock pistol, accompanied by a small bag of ammunition, and of course a sheathe and holster respectively. He turned his gaze back to the wolf as he strapped on his equipment, equipment that definitely looked as if it belonged to him by the way he handled it. "Impressive work you did there, certainly saved me a lot of trouble...thanks." He smiled a little as a couple of the newly freed slaves cast an odd look to him. "Please tell me I'm not insane for talking to a wolf, you are sentient...right?" I little humor laced his voice in that sentence, he's oddly calm considering what just happened.