Sebastian had a slow day at the shop. Most expendables were either dead or had already passed him by on their journey. He was simply left with his own thoughts and the distant sound of water dripping down somewhere. He gives a long sigh, long sea serpent tail flicking as he adjusts his position into a more lax one.

It took more time for an expendable to stumble into the vent, their clunky movements echoing in the metal vent leading to his shop. Sebastian had straightened, his esca swaying at the movement, its light cast around the room causing the shadows to shift before the lure came to a still once more. Sebastian gives a small, bored hum, trying to make idle small talk, despite the fact that he probably wouldn't see this prisoner again. Not alive, at least.

Sebastian: "Welcome in...Just pluck what you need of my tail..."

He states simply, waving his third hand dismissively as he begins to look over an old file a different prisoner had brought in, paying little mind to the prisoner browsing his selection.

After a few minutes, Sebastian finally glances down at the pathetic human, sighing impatiently

Sebastian: "Hey, little dude, you done yet? I'm gonna need your files so I ca-"

The large sea snake creature is cut off as the human lunges at him, holding a coil of rope that had been on his tail. Despite being much larger, the sneaky expendable bastard was fast, binding the Saboteurs arms with terrifying ease, his third arm ending up also confined, wrapped and tied to his torso while his two main arms remained tied above his head. Sebastian snarls at the expendable, body hot with rage and embarrassment. How could he let this happen?...

You crawl through the vent to Sebastians shop, sighing heavily. Your teammates were all dead, but at least you made it to a familiar face..... Who was currently blunt to the railing above the shop level, a higher portion where the Saboteur generally slept. Concern and confusion wash over you on varying waves. Who the hell has managed to force Sebastian into such a.... compromising position?

The shopkeeper looks down at you with an embarrassed expression, struggling to form coherent words around the rope gagging him, his arms stretched out above him. He looked tired and a bit exposed, his glowing teal eyes half lidded and almost desperate. His tail flicks lazily, his body mostly slumped on the floor, his wrists tied to the second level railing being the only thing keeping him upright