<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info for DM</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/MiniZaynePic-1.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10950)<br/>Perception: +6<br/>AC: 10 (Flat: 10, Touch: 10)<br/>Saves: F:+5, R:+1, Will:+9<br/></div></div><br/>No longer supporting a delicate catgirl on his back, Zayne worked his own way to his feet, dusting himself off as best he could, more to occupy his hands while he looked around.<br/><br/><strong>"Or at least a fat beast waiting for it's next meal to tumble out."</strong>turning to the Kitsune, Zayne smiled with a little laugh. It had been tense, locked in that cell with them, and he had felt the anger and impotence within the man beside him for all those days, both from the way it radiated off the warrior, and from how he shared a sense of outrage at what had happened. To his shame, he found the display oddly arousing at times, though such things did not seem prudent to share aloud. But this did not seem like the time to speak of such things, there was plenty to do in regards to simple survival.<br/><br/>The older man turned to the group of them, stepping back from the portal to see them all.<strong>"Well we are alive, and not alone. That, counts for an awful lot."</strong>he looked each of them in the face as best he could before continuing, his voice rough and well aged, but still with the drive and passion of a young man.<strong>"We are here, together, and working together is our best chance to stay alive. We will need to find a safer place than this, but first, is anyone wounded? I have a bit of divine power I can yet channel, but will need to use it sparingly."</strong>their time together in the cage had allowed them to bond a little, but proper introductions had to wait, and would probably continue to. For now, he looked at each of them with concern, especially at the bindings, the feline women were far more securely bound, and none of them looked ready for a fight. His own bindings might give, but he wanted to save that magic until they could afford to rest for the night, in case it was otherwise needed.