Mouse had<em>really</em>not had a good go of it. She had been battered, covered in caustic liquids, stabbed a little bit and then covered again. Her trusty stick had shattered, and her spear had fallen apart on her final strike as well, and even still she hadn't been able to so much as<em>dent</em>the thing.<br/><br/>She was really quite glad that Zavros hadn't listened to her and had thrown himself into the fray, else she wouldn't have even made it out as well as she had.<br/><br/>Running on adrenaline and sun-power she had soldiered through, but now that the golden light around her started to fade she felt her knees starting to give out as her many wounds and burns started to show. And the<em>dragon</em>was still quipping and organizing, arrogant as any dog of the Realm. Even after everything, even as a champion of the Sun, were they really still so far above her?<br/><br/>"The man I came with can identify his people from among the captives," she said, slumped against a tree for support, "I am sworn to return them to their homes, and I will not entrust them to passage offered by a<em>Mnemon</em>." She looked at Kisara and spat the last word as though it were a curse.