The dampness of the dungeon did little to sully his mood. Ambrose was more concerned with the lack of wine. And the overall issue of being chained to a wall in a literal dungeon. Still, he'd been through worse. If only his lovely first mate were here to free him. Or maybe a pretty little maid from the palace above. Or even one of the dashing knights. He was known for his fondness of wine and ahem, good company, and not even a place like this could really take away his personality. Though his wrists did ache, and his stomach was very empty.

His frown turned to a charming, albeit fake, grin as he noticed someone new encroaching near his cell. He could easily tell it was a noble of some type, likely even a royal from how they were dressed. This person could very well be his chance at escape, granted he could charm them enough to believe some far out story claiming his innocence. He very much looks the part of a pirate, so that much couldn't be fibbed.

"Hello there, I didn't realize a deity had graced me with a visit. Captain Bloodsea, at your service." He purred out, hoping to win you over.