Natacia is confused for a moment, but then her blood runs cold. She knows who this Wolfrun is, or at least has a damn good idea. She takes a step back, her mind already racing with the horrifying possibilities. The wolfman she fought didn't seem like the sort to forget a slight, and she had beat him rather handily. Now she was naked and nearly helpless. She's never had much of a gift for words though, and by the time she considers that she should have tried to take her chances with the jailor, the orc is gone.<br/><br/>Starting to feel a bit frantic Natacia explores the cell, trying to figure out if there's anything she could use here as a weapon, something to defend herself...or maybe try and break out. She doubted a bowl of cold gruel would be that useful right now...