[Altius lets out a hum of acknowledgement; not pleased, entirely, but he can't blame someone for something they don't know. Plus, the phantom's affect is odd enough that he's unable to detect any sort of partial truths. So it's fine. He was already planning to learn whatever he can by any means necessary. Talking to a few more people isn't exactly the worst hardship he's endured.

He can't help but turn his gaze to Octavian with a bit of skepticism, however.]

Those of us accused, you mean? [The locals have been far from it, in his experience these past few hours.] ... I suppose in a sense, we are in this "together." It would follow that most would want to help in our collective attempts to survive and escape.

[And even the most selfish, if they're smart enough, would realize the power of numbers.]