Falcon can't stop scratching his neck as they turn to look at the figures before them. The knife wound has healed over, but it itches something terrible and some parts keep opening up and bleeding occasionally, even when he doesn't touch them. There was something nasty on that knife, he thinks, and I don't think the effects stop at irritating scratchiness. Nasty place this.
"What do you want with us?" Drake barks at the hooded figures.
One steps out of their midst, the smallest of the group, with delicate red patterns on the black of his mask. His face is still hidden, but Falcon can hear the laughter in his voice.
"What do we want with you?" he says. "That's a good question. But really what we should be asking is why are you here?"
"Don't you know?" Lopez snaps. "What else would we want with this stinking cave except to get rid of this bleeding rock!"
"Ah yes, we suspected it might have something to do with that..." hissed the figure. "But I'd watch your tongue wolf boy. You don't know where you are, or what we could do to you."
"Are you threatening him?" Falcon growls, taking half a step forward, still scratching the back of his neck compulsively. The leader laughs,
"You incompetent twit. Don't you see the danger you're in? Don't you see the pain you are causing yourself?"
Falcon opens his mouth to reply, but then realises what he's doing. He's been scratching his neck with his marked hand, no wonder its not been healing. Even his own magic is starting to take its toll on him. This situation is getting more and more precarious by the moment.
"Fine." he mutters, removing the offending hand from the wound. "You know why we're here, you know what we want, now are you going to help us or hinder us?"
The leader laughs. "What a candid question. The answer depends on how you answer me now. I will give you each a chance to answer this question - one chance only. If any one of you gets it right, we will help you get to where you want to be. Get it wrong... well, let's just say it won't be a very pleasant experience for any of you."
"Deal." replies Lopez flatly. "Now what's your question?"