((Hm, I don't think Orion ever introduced himself, but no matter.))
Seeing Palsat had the situation mostly under control, Orion walked out of the cell at more of a leisurely pace. Frowning at what the marten asked him to do, he nevertheless did as ordered, picking up the bottle of wine from the floor.
While searching for a strip of cloth, Orion picked up two sheathed daggers from the pile of weapons, stashing them in his belt for the time being. Already, the squirrel felt better, less defenseless. Pity there's no more bows. Frolong took the last one. I guess I'll just have to get one later, then.
Unable to find any cloth among the weapons, Orion moved nimbly over to one of the guards and removed a pouch from the guards waist. Stepping a safe distance away, he quickly opened it to inspect the contents. Appears to be medical supplies…
Reaching in, he pulled out a long wrap. Alright, first try, he thought amusedly, attaching the pouch to his waist. These supplies might come in handy later.
Holding up the medical wrapping for Palsat to inspect, he asked "Will this work?"