The prisoners had been watching the culmination of the battle and the exchange between their saviours with disbelief. The ones that Talion had freed had unlocked the manacles on most of the others. There were about forty people there, a varied lot with no sign the slavers had been looking for any particular qualities with them other than "living"--they were of all ages and types, targets of opportunity grabbed indiscriminately from the mainland. Children and elders were among them, and all of them looked dirty and ill-treated, and stunned into silence by the events.<br/><br/><em>"They...did it?"</em>said a voice from among the prisoners, sounding hesitant to even break the silence.<br/><br/><em>"The ghosts....they're gone?"<br/><br/>"Are we....are we saved?"</em><br/><br/>And then a ragged cheer rose up from among the crowd, many among them stepping forward to both try and get out of the temple and to stumble closer to their saviours.