( To his lone and unexpected merit, he does not stay his step. Hardly flinches, voice steel and even with barely a fraction of the earlier tremble. A hit to the head wins a man an allowance of dithering in his conversation. )

I would abandon you to the creature's whims. ( A beat. ) Coax you down the shaft. ( And another. ) Allow the wyverns reach of your body.

( ...he is either a natural or thinking this through. )