((shurikens can be re-used, they are pieces of metal shaped into stars))
Paltala regained consciousness when the cage hit the ground, groaning, he opened his eyes to see someone standing over him, "W-Water...." he croaked as he strained to get out of the cage, wearing nothing but soiled rags.
I heard a croak from Mort, almost faintly. I heard his need for water. Of course as the worker who must put his hostaged clients in before himself I feel that it is my responsibility to care for my clients, and I can believe it is my duty even if I were wounded by my own weapon.
I use all of my weight to drag Mort out to the floor of the foyer and rest his head on a higher level-- the cage's door. I open his mouth by lightly gripping his jaw to slowly feed him the water from the skin. I must use it sparingly as I do not know whether or not there is any clean water in this manor, at least for now.