Gorun struggles to maintain his grip on the woman with the odd effect of being this close to her, but he manages it.  He smirks at her words, somewhere between smugly and viciously.  “As is often said, ‘better late than never,’” he counters, casually hefting her up off the ground and marching back down the stairs with her.  He plunks her down safely out of reach of the ooze in the middle of the dias without letting go of her, leaving plenty of room for everybody to crowd in around the priestess.  “And that’s certainly true in your case.  As soon as our faerie no longer needs rescue — one way or the other — I’ll see to it that you go the same way as your<span style="font-style: italic">late</span>fireball flinging cohort.”<br/><br/>————————————————————<br/><br/>Maintain grapple:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/168917">20</a>/<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/168918">37</a>— Success!<br/>Move:  K19 » M20<br/>Priestess new location:  L20