<blockquote><div><cite>Stealth-Bunny wrote:</cite>Sashi's clenched eyes forced tears as she pleaded to her deity for guidance. <br/>"Dear AllFather... I don't know what to do. .. Please help me through this..please let me stay strong....but over all this I ask for you guidence."<br/><br/>Sashi finishes her small request by looking at the green blur from below to investigate.</div></blockquote><br/>Perhaps Moradin is paying close attention to this particular corner of the world this morning. Perhaps he hears Sashi's plea, carried through the stone walls of her prison cell, and chooses to reward the piety of his adopted child. Or, perhaps Sashi's savior is closer at hand than she knows. Regardless of the source, the outcome of Sashi's good fortune is clear: as she concludes her prayer, the sweet scent of fresh cut grass tickles her nostrils as the glow from her shackles intensifies...<br/><br/>... and with a soft *click*, the iron cuffs fall from her wrists, leaving only a slight soreness and a residue of herb paste.<br/><br/>From the floor at Sashi's bedside, the same green glow continues to emanate from a small jar labeled "Расковник."