The sorceress looked around the room appraisingly - Not exactly homey, but also not exactly prisoner treatment either. She counted her blessings on that one, and made a note to transfer "her" hammock to the top rings on the right; partly because she didn't want to sleep with a person above her, and partly to silently be at least slightly contrary to the fate she now was saddled with. "Only one room for the eight of us? That comfort thing is going to be limited."
Serrana's brow slightly furrowed in thought. "I would like to send letters, yes. Being stolen away has left duties of mine unattended, and I need to make sure that those who depend on me know that I will be unable to take care of them, and that I am sorry for that." The glazier's voice was not angry, or even matter-of-fact... more sympathetic and concerned. Her thoughts drifted to her family briefly, though she didn't have frequent contact with them, they would worry once they'd heard (likely from her brother in the army) that she had gone missing. Then to Gionni and his family - the folks at the White Sands had practically adopted Serrana, and she felt awful that she'd been swept away without a proper goodbye. And then poor Oran. The old goat had enough on his plate with his granddaughter before his primary assistant vanished like a flickering flame in the wind. Her first letter would be to him. She hadn't settled on taking up his shop when he retired, but she did not want to leave him in a lurch like this, not without some kind of explanation. "...and don't worry. I won't try to rile up hunting parties. Not that I could tell them where to look, anyway."
Serrana took a deep breath, trying to stifle the guilt before turning to look at the lutin. "You'll find that the clothes you brought for me are likely unsuitable," she said, tone almost instructive at this point. "They're large enough for covering me up, yes, but they're not conducive to learning magic, and they are precisely the wrong thing for dancing. That they're men's clothes are problem enough, but they do not allow for fluid movement, which is critical." She figured if she was going to be stuck here, she might as well find some way to gain from it... the fact that she was telling the truth didn't hurt either. "One of the smaller sets will be fine for simply relaxing between studies or practicing, but will do no good for anything else. There are a couple of outfits that I use at home, in addition to the one I had when I was abducted. Alternately, you could acquire different ones entirely, so long as they fit and look nice. You'll probably find that I'm not the only one with this issue, either. If you're planning on bringing a dance troupe here for this ritual, you'll have to make sure that, like any pratictioner of an art, they are properly equipped. And of course, my books... at this point, trying to use them to attack any of you is tantamount to suicide, so you can rest assured I'm not going to be stupid enough to do that. Even if I managed to get one or several of you, I'm sure there's plenty more where that came from; and again, I have no idea where I am. I would likely just escape into a wilderness and never be seen again, eaten by who-knows-what.
"No, I'll play the game for now, with the understanding that I expect to be returned home - intact and healthy - when the game is done. So long as you and yours do not harm me or the others you plan to bring, and that your ritual is not going to harm or betray my people, I'll cooperate. I am not so hateful and foolish as to cut off my nose to spite my face." Serrana's gaze met the Lutin's as she spoke, wanting to make it clear that she was serious about that, though being careful to not take an acidic tone. The lutin had offered a limited amount of help, which she knew shouldn't be spat on. "Oh, and I do want my books, if at all possible. I don't mind if you look at them or whatnot, but I'm more familiar with them, and practice will come easier if I have those. Plus, there is a sentimental value there... Now, do I refer to you as 'Lutin', and the other guy as 'Tubgut', or do you have something else in mind?" The sorceress's playful smirk crawled onto her face just a bit with that last bit...