(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Mouse_zpsbde3qkm8.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">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/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mousen bit his lip as he looked into Sarea's eyes for confidence.  He looked up and complained, "Salmun-Ka, you work in mysterious ways.  I only pray that the lessons you have do not kill me."  With that, he took the keys and unlocked the barbarian's legs first.  Once completed, he threw himself out of the way and started fussing with one of the hand locks, managing to unlock it.<em>Please let him be calm.  Please let him be calm.  Please let him be calm and not kill me.</em><br/><br/>tags