Aza's hearing was better than the woman's, and so the fox was more aware of the commotion above their heads. She couldn't make out Dean's exact words, but his tone was suitably ghoulish and dreadful. And it provoked some sort of huffy response from the elf, too. Aza got more rope between her teeth and yanked.<br/><br/>Perhaps there was time to free Methuseld entirely. Perhaps this had the barest chance of success. Aza couldn't quite muster the General's rousing cheer, but... perhaps. She was just proceeding to nose about the ropes restricting the woman's legs when the boards over them scraped with footfalls, sending the fox back to the floor and scurrying to her own corner, where she hunkered down and tried to be nothing more than glinting little eyes in the shadows.<em>Three</em>, she told Methuseld, projecting two manly shapes and a feminine one at the other woman's mind.<em>Unfriends</em>.