[With obvious amusement, he watches as Mythril chases after the bottle cap. Shaking his head with a grin, he looks back to Ardbert.]

I do not know if I would name me any more special than the other living captives here. No more than what usually sets one like myself apart, anyroad.

[He glances at his bottle of wine, taking measure of what remains, then taking a quick sip before answering.]

My duty demands completion. I cannot rest on my laurels while there is much to be done. I will find the means to escape this world. That's all.

[He says it so casually, like it's but a small hurdle than the impossible feat it actually is.]