<hr/><hr/><strong>Katyin Deadcaste</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/4ERgdXbsmall.jpg)<br/>tagging: Mouse<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=227581.msg11205571#msg11205571">Quote from: Devil's Advocate on 30-04-2015, 02:35:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He then reached into his clothing and from some hidden fold pulled out a nail.  Heading over to Katyin, he took the nail to her chains and started to maneuver it to free her from her bondage.  "I ask for your forgiveness for my pride.  However, it seems that Salmun-Ka has given you to me to teach me more lessons."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Katyin angles her head up from the lock as Mousen opens the iron lock... stubborn, but not sophisticated, the lock gives to his careful pressure.  Her throat swells in a swallow just below her stretched chin, tanned skin darkened with rust from the iron hoop, and she closes her eyes as if in submission... the gesture seems alien on her features.<br/><br/>At the sound of the lock's click, she relaxes with a soft sigh, meets his gaze with a faint smile of appreciation as, between the two of them, they manage to quiet the jangling of the loose chain from its loops from the neck restraints down through simple manacles.  "I am indebted to you now," she says softly, meeting his eyes.  "Whatever lesson waits for you, I will be there."<br/><br/>((tagging Mousen))<br/><br/>Her eyes widen, then as she takes in the scene just beyond them-- seeing Sarea and Volpen being freed as well.  She speaks in a hushed whisper.  "Gods have humor, this is our chance..."  She hears Volpen's offer, and answers softly-- "Nae, I'm ready enough."  She takes the doubled chain that was binding her moments before, and wraps its length around one hardened, sinewy forearm.<br/><br/>She closes the lock back into place as she bundles the chain at one end, creating a makeshift flail that, with its iron weight, could easily crack a man's skull or cave in a fist-sized pit of armor.  "See to the others," she hisses, flexing her hand, shifting her weight from one foot to the next and rolling her stiff neck to limber her joints.  "I'm ready to fight them."<br/><br/>