Her head whipped up as her light blue eyes shimmered trough the dark cloth of her ruby red mantle. She had heard the voices, several of them, and the sound of metal scraping against a wall. She knew there was no escaping anymore, and as she gathered her strength and ability's in a slow pace she waited for the first one to open the door. Though something withheld her from making the first move, her long three fingers on each hand circling around a heavy frostbolt, so cold that the ice would drip softly on the ground. She would wait, wait to see if either they would kill each other for her price, or somewhere.. something.. She had hope they maybe wanted something else from her?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>