<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rLTrIAg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Iron Sand<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The stone lion's dungeon<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>A frown curls Iron Sand's lips as Qadira's light voice speaks about the ghosts and the corridor. That frown grows deeper as Evening Glory talks of hungry ghosts and higher souls. "That always seemed off to me. Kinda unfinished. But I'm a fighter not a priest so might just be somethin' they teach ya when you've more understanding and don't need souls dimmed down for the rest of us."<br/><br/>While she doesn't understand the prayer she does at least dip her head as the bodies are prayed over. The warm wind brought about by the prayers has her backing up, gaze darting about warily but as it's mentioned most of the spirits had left beyond one warning about the tunnel she slowly relaxes. The armor and weapons the others clad themselves in has her shaking her head before coiling the rope around her waist and tucking the crowbar behind her back. Making sure they stay still she twists and stretches, everything from touching her toes to almost folding herself in half backwards. Only just remembering the lacking state of the slave garb and keeps from exposing anything to bad.<br/><br/>Following along after the trapspringer, the cat and the cat's lover she manages to catch Rowan's prayer for aid, a brief laugh spilling from her as she gives the taller slave a friendly smack to the shoulder. "If those are lacking then you've not pushed yourself enough. Bare feet glide across the stone as she follows Sage, taking care to avoid the chalk marked trap. "Course I suppose one that has others in his care would need to be more then he might be." Briefly she grows quiet, fingers tracing something across her palm before she shrugs and gives a thrumming laugh. "Wouldn't know myself. Before this... I'd chosen to wander. To push myself further. Figures I'd survive that idiot and the Wyld just to wind up in a stone tiger's belly."