"Sadly, we cannae do tha' either." Sharon confessed, though more as if it were some indisputable fact than some sad feature.<br/><br/>"Y'see," Moira interrupted, though she seemed more truthful with her resent. "When these louts copped us in tha cage o'cold iron, we made a deal; they set us free, we grant their wishes - those within our power."<br/><br/>"Aye - an' we promised we wouldnae skip out on 'em." Sharon picked up again, feeling this to be an important detail.