With a little teamwork, the ropes can be fairly easily untied. With a dull thump, the small bits of rope drop to the ground, kicking up dust within the tent. The other women don't seem to get up very quickly, having had to ordeal quite a bit more than the pair of young women up and about. One of the more fatigued women does manage to wake up though, and as she looks about the tent, she notices the others. She's dressed in nothing more than a simple villager's outfit, although it's torn and dirty, mud splattered all over. Her brown hair falls in locks over her face, and her caramel colored skin suits her dark brown eyes quite well.<br/><br/>The young woman looks down at her leg after glancing across the room. Her foot was broken quite terribly. She grits her teeth and frowns. The pain was what really woke her up from her unconsciousness. The young woman speaks, unfortunately quite loudly, pain evident in her tone.<br/><br/>"I... Help, my leg! What happened? Where are we... I'm... agh. My name is Bealla... You have to help me. My father worked at the church nearby, surely you've heard of him?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Unfortunately, her cries have alerted someone. From outside the tent, there's a strange growling sound, and soon, a figure rips the tent door open, a look of great annoyance at his face. The creature is tall, but it's poor stature causes it to slouch quite heavily. The creature's fur is matted and quite foul, obviously this thing was not one for bathing. A loincloth of brown leather is attached to a pair of shoddy leather armor, which is all the gnoll wears in regards to clothing. A dagger rests in his hand.<br/><br/>As he enters, he grumbles something to himself. "Whut was 'at... Mmrgh... Thought I heard somefing. Ehg. Damn Goruk, making me do the focking women's work..."<br/>---<br/><br/>Quickly, both of you manage to fall to the ground before the gnoll notices. However, he doesn't look to be leaving anytime soon.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>In fact, he moves over to the corner, beside the dead woman, his knife held close. The gnoll gets down on a knee before looking over her body, sniffing the air and coughing, it's a wet cough. Not a good sign. He spits out a wad of blood, dirt, and spit, before wiping his mouth on the dead woman's shirt. "Guess the hyenas gotta eat some'ow, heh... Better her than Mug'rl." The gnoll talks about himself in the third person before getting ready to pick up the body. However...<br/><br/>Mug'rl looks over at one of the prisoners nearby. He wasn't supposed to bother with the living ones yet. But... She looked sound asleep, and it's not like anyone would notice. He walks over to the stealthily still and quiet Ezri, his eyes drawn to her full bust. "Mm... This one's milky, heh..." He kneels low, the gnoll's stench quite uncomfortable to endure, before he reaches for Ezri's top, pulling it down and chuckling, salivating.<br/><br/>He begins to drool quite heavily, before reaching to squeeze hard, his other hand moving for under his loincloth.[/color]