<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Freya listened passively as Tom insinuated that they would tie her to a tree and leave her to be eaten by the various wild life. She wasn't particularly worried about being weaponless in the jungle terrain, but tied up would leave her at quite the disadvantage. She began to think of solutions to the problem, but came up empty. It seemed that her only option was to cooperate for the moment. While she was rather cocky and willful, she was not stupid. She knew when she was out numbered and out done. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Fine. I'll cooperate,"</span> she finally said, though it was clear she was not happy about it. It did not matter, she could always work on getting revenge later. Right now her priority was getting herself and Gleywine out of this mess. Despite her callous nature, she was not one to leave men behind if it was avoidable. Besides, Gleywine had gotten into this mess because of her, and while she didn't particularly care--she wasn't so terrible as to leave him at the mercy of these strange people. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I demand that we take the body back of the man you killed. I will not leave him to be scavenged by wild animals,"</span> She added as an afterthought. The man had ultimately been useless, but he had tried to warn her of the danger. She could at least give him a proper burial.</div>