Salla's jaw sets firm as iron when she sees and hears about the scraps they were able to recover from the page, stifling her lust and eagerness under her usual cloak of vague disdain and scornfulness that she usually wore on her jaw. Without wasting further breath, she brings the lantern over, sets it down between her feet, and grabs the door to haul it along with the others; she could always use them until she got what she wanted.<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/253601">TEST YOUR MIGHT</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">10</span>]]