Kismet certainly didn't want to stay put and wait, so far there hadn't been much sign of others trying to find them, though he figured perhaps Glaciem had been rather sneaky about their kidnapping, maybe it'd taken Valhalla a while to figure out where they actually were. All the while though he'd still tried to form some kind of plan, or at least try persuade Soren that it was a good idea to try find their own way out of Glaciem though so far his brother wasn't very convinced.
Such suggestions apparently didn't need to be made to Warja. "Let me help you. We can work something out." Hastily he would shake his head. He trusted the girl of course, and didn't doubt that she would be able to help him though he certainly didn't want her to be put in any sort of danger. "I can't let you do that." He responded with a heavy sigh. "I'd hate to risk them doing anything to you."
How he longed for the day when those howler monkeys had been their foe. They had been scared back then of course, though they were easier to deal with than being a prisoner in Glaciem. His attempt to defend Warja against them hadn't really worked then, though bigger and stronger now he was sure he would do better. Against Glaciem though, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop them if they tried to claim or hurt her in any way, and that thought terrified him far more than the monkeys had.
