Estinien quirks an eyebrow, wondering how he managed to garner these solicitations despite spurning them at nearly every occasion. He has no idea who this man really is or what he has to offer... but solidarity among prisoners can only be beneficial at this point. So, he listens.

"Hm," he says, tilting his head as he looks Crowley over. A normal Hyur, physically, but who knows what he may be lacking due to Ambrose's interference. "And what manner of arrangement did you have in mind?"

He's gotten the sense since arriving that the other prisoners are not necessarily from Eorzea... how many worlds with their own terrible problems are out there, truly?