When he didn't respond, the voice above called out with an "Oy," a universal call for attention. Through the cell, he could see a small figure of a child, though he would be able to make out no details from the lighting. The figure would do a kicking motion, and a few rocks would fall into the cell, near Orion's feet.

"Fru yna oui?"

The figure was silent in response to Orion's own silence, before it suddenly leaned back and the light of the sun bore down on it. Orion would be able to tell now that it was a young boy, clad in tribal gear of some sort. "Vydran! Ra ec yfyga!" he called out, the words still unrecognizable. After speaking them, the boy looked down at Orion again and simply waved, before turning and running off.

Moments later, a large shadow would be cast over the cell, keeping it almost completely dark, as a towering figure stepped over the hole and looked inside.

"Uidcetan," it spoke, though remained motionless.

The man frowned, though it could hardly be seen through the cell. There was a barrier of language, this much he was certain of, but the expression on his own face matched one of confusion as well. Looking to the side, he beckoned for something, and moments later another figure appeared. This new figure handed him a gourd, and he dropped that gourd into the hole. Upon landing, water would spill from its opening.

"Tnehg," he said, then made a motion as though he were drinking something.

As Orion began to drink, the stones forming the bars to the cell shifted and removed themselves, sinking back into the earth. As they did so, the circular room began to shift, slow enough that Orion would still be standing and be able to follow the turn as it did. It continued, until finally Orion would be standing on equal ground with the man, rather than beneath him. Clearly, the earth itself had been shifted.

From this new position, Orion had clearer lighting, and could more accurately view the figure before him. This man walked into the cell, a towering figure that stood easily a foot over Orion in height, and stared down at him. Patting himself on the chest, he spoke, "Laros." Then, with a large finger, he pointed to Orion, poking at the symbol of the initiative on his chest.

"Fru?"

Laros frowned, then made attempts to sound out the names provided, with admitted and evident difficult. After a moment, he shook his head, then looked down at Orion's eyes. Names were given, making one part of this encounter far easier, but questions still remained unanswered, information still needed to be exchanged.

"Orion," he said, pointing at the man, then his finger moved out to the sky. "lysa vnus... Cgo." With those words, he waited, and the boy from earlier came inside. In his hands was a piece of the Starsquall's hull, the metal being handed to Laros. Pointing to the metal, he inquired, "Fryd ec drec?"

From the way his mouth moved, it was clear Laros was displeased with the language barrier, but he made no aggressive moves just yet. He shouted, beckoning for the boy from before to come inside. The boy rushed, and handed Laros what looked like Orion's belongings from before he'd fallen. It was not everything, but a few of the things from his cabin on the Starsquall. Laros lifted what appeared to be his identification card, and pointed to the words, sounding them out.

"Orion... Ssss... Smith," he said, a cocked brow beneath his mask. "Ast... raeus..? Astraeus," he nodded, confirming the words Orion spoke before. It seemed that, while the languages were different, they remarkably shared an alphabet.

"Fryd ec Astraeus?"