[ Balthier lowers his voice, lest their escort figure out he's saner than he's let on. ] They haven't made any effort to keep us from running, so I'd wager a prison break would end in our untimely demise. They don't seem to mind of that happens, but I'm not too keen on it.

[ Balthier makes a point to walk a little slower than usual, purposely holding his clothes over his arms. The fabric on his back is already starting to feel less damp -- bless desert air. It's nice to have one familiar piece to these past few days.

Not that the days before were much better. The fight on the Bahamut, his father's death, the Ocurria...this might as well be vacation. He just refuses to address that it might be a vacation with no end. And a lot of labor. ]

You break out of many prisons in your sordid past? [ Balthier has. He tried in holding, but it didn't go well. These prisons are higher quality than the forgotten sands of Nalbina, and even some of the newer works in Archades. This planet's technology seems if not ahead of his home then distinctly different, and this makes him uneasy. Harder to pirate when you don't understand the materials. Harder to survive. ]