Quint gives Hexor a sidelong glance, "There aren't many with the will to deliberately starve themselves to death. If nothing else the food can be forced down. They need not be in comfort, or even a stable mental state, alive will suffice. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Picking up the amulet they'd been given to contact their esteemed Baron, Quint ambled out into the corridor, casually smashing the clay amulet against the wall as he did so. They'd been told an agent would be sent upon its destruction, the only question was how long it'd take the agent to arrive. Quint leaned casually against the wall for a minute, on the off chance that the agent would be teleporting in.