Riko stretched out and yawned as she awoke from her slumber. From a window in the dark wall, she heard the banging and clashing of weapons as well shouts from what sounded like a human adventurer alongside of another voice that she couldn’t identify. She concluded that the noises, which sounded more and more like a battle as she became more coherent, must be what had awoken her. She crawled out of the wooden crate she had been sleeping in and climbed up to a window. She took a seat on the sill and looked down below to where the noises came from. She could see the human easily enough in the small patch of light that surrounded him as well as a floating sword that seemed to be the source of the light. What surprised her the most was that the other voice did not seem to belong to a person. It seemed to be coming from the sword.<br/><br/>The fur on her tails poofed up as she held them stiffly aloft, and she let out a loud hiss, disgusted at the situation. Not only had Lord Balthoros betrayed her and her colleagues, leaving them to rot in the depths of this dungeon, but now a pesky human adventurer had<i>interrupted her nap.</i>She also wondered how the human had even manged to get this far into the dungeon in the first place, though from the looks of things, he wouldn’t last long. But perhaps she could help him even if he probably didn’t deserve it.<br/><br/>She jumped down from the window and returned to her crate where she found her bow and a quiver of arrows that she had stolen from some crusaders she had raided years before. She despised these arrows as they were imbued with holy magic that was harmful to her, but they were all she had, besides, their magic would be effective against the skeletons. She returned to the window ledge, then fired an arrow at one of the skeletons near the human, aiming for its spine just above the hip bone, that being a weak spot that should immobilize it when the arrow hit.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(201, 94, 22)">“Stupid human!”</span>she hissed loudly enough for him to hear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(201, 94, 22)">“Foolish, greedy adventurer!”</span>She dodged a femur that was hurled at her before firing an arrow at the skeleton that threw it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(201, 94, 22)">“Don’t make me regret throwing away these arrows!”</span>she called out as she fired another one. She couldn’t admit it, but what she really wanted, much more than these reviled holy arrows, was an ally. And she<i>really</i>wasn’t going to admit, even to herself, that she still had a soft spot for humans. Perhaps with help she could escape from this pit, and maybe even take revenge on Lord Balthoros.<br/><br/>She knew she was only buying a little time. What the human really needed was to escape from the room he was in. Perhaps there was a door close by, or maybe some way to lift him and his strange sword up to the window. With any luck, maybe some of the other girls Lord Balthoros had betrayed would help too.