"The what?" The details fly straight over Slick's head. Apparently he hadn't gone far, though. Might be a good sign--if the army was onto him, they would've searched here by now.

He takes the cup, but stops, taking a careful sniff. What's in this stuff?

"Hard to tell." He had to lie about this stuff. Or at least half-lie. "I got cornered. Don't remember how I got away." He'd gotten baited out of hiding. A complete miscalculation, he should've known better than anyone that his brothers weren't stupid.

He hasn't drunk any of the tea. Trust isn't something he's got in him at the moment. But... "Nobody else tried to help, I guess. Just you. Who are you?" He doesn't recognize the markings.