He jumps over it, holding his sword at the ready, waiting for the second swing. "Huh. I'd like to see them sometime. would be an interesting sword, for certain..."
He grimaces. This isn't hope. This is torture. He walks up to the glass. "Emeric, right? Keep this girl alive. keep everyone alive. no one has to truly die. only those that want to."
Jar Man is standing guard outside the door. His blood alcohol content is almost 8 times the legal limit, but no one needs to know that. and besides, its keeping him awake. and if anyone says anything he doesn't like... they die.