Estinien's balance isn't at its best either, but he manages to steady himself, albeit precariously. Though he grits his teeth and scowls, having orders barked at him actually has a way of centering his thoughts. He can, at the very least, find some sense in what's being said.

He casts one last glance at the water below and then growls to himself, apparently abandoning the idea. Not down there, he reasons. That would be a foolish act of desperation, and little else.

Instead, he starts staggering up the narrow path of stone. With bare feet and strained muscles, it's hard to accomplish even that much, but it's either that or try to stage his escape here.

"Are you loyal to the Empire?" he asks after a moment of silence, casting him a wary glance.