<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/359idsp.jpg)</div><em> Ears having been deafened to the sounds of familiarity by so long in captivity preened at the sound of her name being shouted from the lips of the man she had chosen as Tirasfel's King. Lord Fosten, Gerald.....Love? There was no more room in her heart for such emotion and she whirled in a spin of tattered robes drawing herself up in regal stance. Legs spread, blooded dagger clung to with a viciousness that seemed to coil about her entire form and spew from eyes so green they would put emeralds to shame. Her tongue dragged over split dried lips and she said nothing, silent in her confusion. Had Fosten finally come for her? She looked passed him towards Koreshian unaware whom he was, yet he looked every inch as the Barbarians that had helped to kidnap her. She stepped backwards from Gerald, one step, two, heels smacking into the dead body of the Sentry she had just desecrated. <br/><br/>Bags were pushed into her hands, as well as blades with familiar weight. Startled she broke from the nightmare that had consumed her since the Death-Seer had freed her from her position over the Abyss. The Death-Seer was speaking to them all, and pushing Maeryn towards the entry. Sunlight made her shield her eyes with the pain it brought. Tears unbidden streamed from those beautiful orbs for no other reason save having been starved so long from radiance, they had been unaccustomed and were in blinding pain. Turning from the exit she looked once more at Fosten as he spoke to her and gave over to her, things he knew she needed. <br/><br/>Maeryn held the items gifted by Gerald tight against her, the dagger she had used dropped into the dirt and laid forgotten. She stared over her shoulder at Fosten and her brow furrowed. Words choked out upon her lips, and she still remained stoic and silent, unable to give him any encouragement. Nodding at him as he told her to go while he turned to face the horde of Orc that were coming to bring death to them all. Confusion rode over her face destroying any other emotion she had, save wrath. Anger fueled her to follow the Death-Seer, who had not failed her yet and she turned to run for the exit, following the one Gerald had labeled as Demon. <br/><br/>Arming herself would have to wait but she held her armor and blades as if they were precious things. There was barely a second to lose as her feet took to the side of the Mountain path he ran upon and she scrambled behind him with an iron will not to trip and fall. Finally her voice called out as she fought to catch up with the dark man-thing that had saved her. <br/><br/><strong>"Wait... wait for me..."</strong><br/><br/>Eyes closed, tears making dirty tracks along her grub-ridden pale cheeks and neck.  She knew not who she followed, save that he had saved her, but to what end? Was this just another, who wished her harm. Feet did not slow, because in the back of her mind a tiny voice reminded her. 'He promised you Vengeance Maeryn.....go with him, and kill all who have betrayed you." Whether he waited or not, made little difference, her resolve steeled and she picked up her pace to catch up.</em>