For a man who had imprisoned two ladies, and was essentially stripping them of their freedoms, Zun was surprisingly patient, and giving. All things considered. He had fed them, given them water, tended any wounds and though he left them naked and tied up, he had created the fire to keep them warm, and allowed them to remain closer. Their unity would give them strength, both for eachother, and for him when the time came. Gently reaching up, he took tellara by the hair, not gripping, so much as guiding her face to meet his stern gaze. "Zun'woh." He repeated, then gestured to her with the full spoon, "Tella'ra." He spoke, forcing a last lit of eye contact as he stated this, and then, let her go.<br/><br/>As the two druids embraces as best they could, he went about, first using a new length of chain and attacking one end to Telle's shackles, then the other end to a solidly dug in peg on the ground. He did the same to Mora, before going about slowly untieing them both, the shackles had no chains connecting then, per say, but teh magic within them was unquestionable. They could move, almost completely freely, though the chain gave barely enough room to reach fingertips against the walls of the tent.<i>"You two, play nice, I go say hi, to new person."</i>And with that, still fully dressed in armor, he exited the tent, a glimps of earthen walls and a frozen figure permitted before the flap closed again.<br/><br/>Outside the tent, he examined his accidental catch. Strong, lean, brave to be sure, if a bot foolhearty. She he kill it? Stopping, he leaned in to check something. Her, hm, no, he would not kill her... And so he removed the blowgun and darts, with a kick he shattered the ice, and shot her in the rump before she could land... And so went to repeating the same task he had when first catching the other two. Shackles, tie up, then heft her over a shoulder. The narcotic's effects dispelled her shapeshifting, and the shackles would supress it. The two pre-instructed druids now across teh tent from a third, which he set down on the dirt ground with surprising care. Then, he removed a keen, well kept skinning knife, and began the delicate task of cutting her clothing away, stripping all cloth and leather from her being. Excluding the ropes and shackles.<br/><br/>These, along with any and all gear she had, was carried out of the tent, leaving the worgen, in feral or human form, asleep and across from the other two.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>