"You offer a broken trinket and in exchange the Eliksni of this vessel will risk the wrath of the House of Wolves and the Awoken?" Rathiks demands harshly. "I do not believe you understand the dubious nature of your bargaining posture, Kraxian." The immense Devil steps forward, looming over the Wolf. "Allow me to illuminate your exact position. You are a fugitive that abandoned your House and Kell. If that [i]wreck[/i] you're trying to risk my ketch and life for can make this ship fly again, I will have your lesser arms ritually cut from your body. Your ether supply will not be taken, and I will leave you in a place where you can see the Great Machine and contemplate your god and actions until you once again understand what honor requires of you. I will leave you a shock pistol with a single charge so that you may offer a proper apology to the Great Machine." The blue eyes of the Devil Captain flare, and he continues in a snarl, "You may accept this fate gracefully. If you do not, [i]all[/i] of your limbs will become forfeit. I will [i]take[/i] what remains of the drop ship outside, and chain your writhing form to the hull of my ketch and starve you of your ether until this ship flies again and I can deliver you to either your House or the Prison of Elders, whoever will offer me more for you." The brutal Devil thrusts back his frayed cloak. It swirls in a rush of blood red fabric. "Finally, you may leave my ketch and city to survive on your own. I already know of two Guardian's in the city, however, and the Taken haunt the ruins. [i]These[/i] are your options, unless you have something far more valuable than a crashed skiff to inspire an act of kindness on my behalf, traitor."