Reaver snorted. "No sane man or woman wants to be a slave - but the hands of a slaver can very well make anyone insane about what being a slave is and if they can escape it." Her hand gripped with no significance at her blade's hilt before releasing it and resting in open air.<br/><br/>"Truly worthwhile goals are sweeping movements against many opponents. I will be happy to strike swords alongside you if you truly wish to protect Creation." Her gaze turned to the others, waiting for them to respond.