Varres, grimacing his distaste for having to come back and free the orcess after he had so thoroughly burned his bridges in his wake the blood elf rogue walked behind her and drew his rapier. “ I hope you have the good sense to realize that were our roles reversed, you would have done the same or similar, and you will need my assistance if<i>either</i>of us are to see daylight again with artifact in tow. Now, remain perfectly still, “ he instructed, taking up a fencing stance, rapier drawn and in hand.<br/><br/>Silvery metal gleamed and ‘sniked’ through the air, the very tip of the sword slicing through the binding linens and nothing else, leaving the other rogue to wriggle free. Varres waited for her to do so, rapier still drawn but lowered until the point grazed the stone floor, ready to flick back up in a heartbeat should the orcess decide she wanted revenge right then and there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>