"Very well, Atelia.  We'll leave her intact for you."<br/><br/>Krunsh snorts at the panicking rogue.  "Anything?  I suppose you've something better to offer us, then?"  He kneels next to her, reaching down with his other hand to begin working on her armor's buckles.  "Calm down and<em>think</em>.  You've no chance of escape -- and what did you think would happen if we laid hands on you, hm?  Death, perhaps?  If you cooperate, this won't be nearly so bad as dying."