Synthia's words made the woman laughter out loud. "ambushes are part of war... so I have no problem with dear dear slave-girl..." then she repeated the process of trying to bind her legs, half comically half seriously, almost falling into her own cuffs as the bandits laughted around her, but the one laughting the hardest was her...<br/><br/>"damn the little silver girl is good at running... lets see how she does when she has no more place to run at."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Trap roll: 12<br/><br/>attack roll: 2<br/></div></div>