"Bullshit, I'm not a slave to begin with!" Lyla spat, and then darted toward the town, unwilling to let them get their hands on her. Risking the town was better than the other options. The backpack would be a small price to pay, anyway. All that was in it was a dildo and food, after all.<br/><br/>Niarra was running the other way, and skidded to a stop, wincing at an ill-placed twig, when she saw Lyla. "Lyla! What's wrong?"<br/><br/>"Slaver! Risk the town, better than that." Lyla panted. "Damn...it...should've meditated...when we arrived."<br/><br/>"Right. You first, I'll follow." Niarra agreed after an instant, and the pair about to run as quickly as they could.