<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Alhanna-GM.jpg)</div><strong>GM</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>The little girl smiled shyly at Volpen, stood with them. She didn't figet, fuss, or otherwise draw attention to herse; for a girl-child of her age, that was unusual. With her soft brown hair and dark eyes, she resembled like any other citizen of the city. Except for her silence. She never said a word. She just watched the others, waiting.</em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Alhanna-character.jpg)</div><strong>Sarea</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sarea swallowed hard, tilted her head back, and managed a nod to Mousen. "I'd rather walk out of here than let them hold me any longer." If she had to vomit on the way, well.... so be it. She fixed her amber eyes on the little girl and added, "Thank you." She paused, wondering if they should try to rescue the girl too. She looked at the others, wondered if they had the same thought.<br/><br/>She watched as Mousen freed Katyin, watched as Volpen outfitted himself in his possessions. When she heard his soft whisper, relief colored her expression. "Yes... I'm still quite assaulted by nausea. I would be a poor fighter if I have to deal with the illness as well."<br/><br/>Once Mousen freed her, she struggled to her feet and stumbled over to where Volpen and Katyin stood. There, behind them, held in crates and on top of them, were also her things. Some, she imagined, also belonged to the others. At least the slavers hadn't had the time to hide their possessions.<br/><br/>"I think the barbarian can be of help," Sarea said, agreeing with Katyin.<br/><br/>(Tagging Volpen, Mousen, Katyin)