"A knight." It was a better description than criminal, though he was certainly that as well. Her name meant nothing to him though, especially here in the dark. As to his own name, he was well prepared for not giving his own. "They call me the bull."

It was her voice that kept him from exploring the same direction she was in. Much as she was looking for somewhere to escape, he was doing the same. But all he found was stone walls and damp, sticky stones. The feeling of being trapped was unsettling and it was all he could do to keep talking and so banish the thought from his mind.