((Sorry bout the wait, folks.))<br/><br/>Jenten frowned, grumbling a little.  The pain in his foot was keeping him from concentrating well enough with what was going on.<br/>"Fine..." he said, his face in a pained grimace.  "What do you want...?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Marice was waiting, watching... trying to assess the situation.  More or less, trying to see if she can kill this guy without causing harm to the one beneath him.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Karogen takes the man into his arms- they were right, he was fairly light, and despite Karogen's thin frame, he <i>had</i> been a slave for manual labor- and had kept up with excersize since then.  Moving into the corridors, he sees an unconcious body...  making sure he was far enough into the corridor to have some proper cover, he kneeled down to O'Toole, checking to see if she was alright.<br/><br/>The young man listened in, as one of the furs spoke about dying honorably from the next room.  Karogen gritted his teeth.  He wasn't important to this war- he wasn't important to the resistance.  The only reason he was saved was because, obviously, Lentan still considered him a friend.  He put his men's lives at risk, not to help accomplish thier goal, but for personal reasons.<br/>Turning back to O'Toole, he tries to get someone else's attention .<br/><br/>----------------------------------------<br/><br/>Emiko groaned slightly... it was very hot where she was... but where was that...?  She had fallen asleep... after... after that Iln person has eaten her.  That's right, she must still be in the stomach.  She wondered if it had worked... if her hand had come back.  She knew she didn't feel the sickening pain anymore, but... she just couldn't bring herself to feel for her hand.  She'd wait and see if it worked when she was let out.