<strong>"Well that was a-" </strong>Her eyes lit up and she moved towards her sword, her baby, her best friend, her lover. A smile formed on her face, tears rolling down her eyes. She instinctively tried to reach for it, only to remember her manacles, FUCK!<br/><br/>She turned around and grabbed her sword from behind, walking and dragging it slightly while going back too the group. "<strong>So yeah, Bad news is we don't get free labor. Good news is they found some of our stuff, and don't seem all that hostile" </strong>