His words meant little. If he had any shred of mercy for me, he would have just put me to death.

[He huffed, and reached up to pull out the glaive, it took him a few good yanks before he managed to dislodge it. Whatever that stag did to him, it sure must have pissed him off somehow. The effort did serve to quell his temper from the previous conversation at least. ]

You can do that?

[It was said flatly, laced with the grogginess from his lethargy. It was spoken without fully realizing that he left out the rest of the sentence. Like the important part where he mentioned that he could do it here with his very meager and basic supplies.]