There was a cha-ching - well, only if Rayne was uttering the sound herself, the sound that the system used was a slightly more immersive clinking of coins - as her counter of platinum pieces increased by three hundred. More interestingly, there was another item in the loot - a leather collar, that could only be equipped by Grogza, and which had a description urging her to slip it around the half-orc's neck before time ran out in 5:00, 4:59, 4:58...<br/><br/>The barbarian set her axe on the ground and leaned heavily on the handle, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths as she left her berserker rage. Ledude and Moonshadow got back onto their feet with the tiniest sliver of HP, Grogza apparently having turned down the victors option to have her way with her defeated foes or to kill them outright. A pair of potions from the alchemist later, and both of them were right as rain.<br/><br/>"You!" Grogza called out, seeing Rayne, and approached her, putting her axe away on her back. She raised her clenched right fist over her heart in salute. "Are you the one who freed me..." Tears started rolling down her cheeks, and soon she was crying. "It was horrible! I couldn't control my body, and those... those... things were doing things to me, and the safeword wouldn't work, and I couldn't log out, and... and..." she sniffled and burst into a fresh wave of sobs, yes, the tall muscular half-orc barbarian was bawling her eyes out.