<strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>Giving a brief growl in her throat, Lilith quickly got fed up with the lack of progress her hands were making. If she only had access to her Any-Tool, she could have one of the men easily do the work it would take all four of them all day to do... but without a whip to crack she would need to bring them to heel in a more old-fashioned approach. Though low as she was to not use intimidation as her prefered means of persuasion, she felt an undertone of authority to this would keep her position strong, but try and bring the group together. Under her direction, of course. She would provide them with the tools to perform the job much easier, and they would do as she said... for the moment at least.<br/><br/>Lilith, able to get a hold on the chest yet not having the strength to pull it herself, slowly stood and looked to her fellow survivors.<strong>"Aid me... my possessions include a shovel and various other tools that will make this process far easier for all of us."</strong>she remarks, reaching down to grasp ahold of one of the chest's handles. Her voice wasn't so much a plea for help but a statement, bordering on an order of sorts...