Mouse climbed down the gorge wall like a mountain goat, picking her way down an almost sheer cliff with contemptuous ease. After examining the fallen rubble and satisfying herself that nothing was going to punch its way out, she turned to the freed slaves.<br/><br/>"Rejoice," she said to them, the glow fading until she was just a girl again, albeit one with a shining sun on her forehead. The stick returned to just being a stick, even if seeing it shatter a cliff was liable to make anyone think otherwise. "You may thank Henes for your liberation. He and my people will be on hand shortly to lead you home."<br/><br/>Her gaze swept through them, looking to see who was injured or ill and who was hale enough to continue, "the slavers were talking about a ship. I don't suppose anyone heard where it was?" She prodded one of the slavers' corpses with her stick and smiled sheepishly, "I suppose I should have left at least a few alive."