<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div>Ember blinked slowly at the guard spewing threatening words. Compared to the people she met during her time in the capital, he was about as frightening as used toilet paper, and about as smart as well. She held up both her hands, palms open, in the universal gesture even these men should understand.<br/><br/>"I said I was going with you. I just have to tell those guys that I'm going." It was hard to resist the urge to say that overly slowly. Then again she wasn't too sure the brutes even understood a concept such as sarcasm. "Those two shaven heads over there. Or you can tell them, I don't care." She waited for the little cogs in the guards' heads to turn sufficiently. "Okay? I'm a law-abiding citizen, like everyone else in this street. If you're looking for weapons, my rat skewer is disassembled in my backpack, and I have a knife as well. Although both are not nearly as dangerous as your spears, there."<br/><br/>She glanced at the weapons pointed at her.<br/><br/>"So... do we walk or do you carry me? And who is your captain? Sounds like a charming man. And if you let me lower my hands and get out my pack, I'll give you my toys right away."