<strong>"Fenrir? Your horse perhaps ? Interesting for you to assume I know the mind of all things 'they' but your not too far off the mark gorgeous, however on the subject of your Fenrir, unfortunately you are. Still, if I get demands for information instead of a <em>thankyou-kind-stranger</em> I think a <em>little </em>self indulgence is in order."</strong><br/><br/>Feyua grinned mischievously. [ and casts unseen servant to use it to smooth their ruffled hair ]<br/><br/><strong>"Oh what I would do to have hired a sketcher now, you two are a sight ! Squirming about in your little rope-wound wormy ways !"</strong><br/><br/>Feyua lets go of the two loads and massaged her fingers before helping her self to mithril shirts she spies within. After placing them in turn over her front as if comparing their suitability for her own form she seemingly thinks the better the idea and replaces them offhandedly.<br/><br/><strong>"Lords know why people try and carry so much, just in case its all useful ? Bah ! Its like a choice to be a pack mule. Silly choice for your likes as women of your looks don't have to be underhanded or do anything in society as you can get pretty much anything you want by simply asking for it, unless your intentions are against the whims of others in which case you would be used to that enough to devise of methods to avoid consequences like this. Both of you here at the same time can't be a mistake, your likely either a threat to someone's lovesick hopes for another or your someones making you a scape goat for something."</strong><br/><br/>The sorceress begins to strut while whirling the cell's keys like a windmill around her right forefinger. The keys follow for several normal rotations before the one becomes impossibly slow then drifts away from her hands by the invisible unseen servant towards the first cell's locks.<br/><strong><br/>"Being in a cell can happen if your inconvenient to someone powerful. Being bound also means they want others to see you as a threat.Beings stripped to boot makes hatred or megalomania directed at your expense highly likely. Such attention is impressive work for what would be otherwise a normal day about these parts."<br/></strong><br/>At the last sentence the half-nymph chuckled. The invisible force guiding the keys slowly unlocks the first door then drifts eerily to do likewise to the other.<br/><strong><br/>"Which leaves me with pretty interesting option, and two cell-sweets with the option of listening. Both of which have been a talk of the town for a while, in flattering ways mainly, however let me empart a word of advice.  Although one would think people would want to surround themselves with beauty not compete with it or lock it up in a place like this, alas you don't have to be that pretty before jealousy rears its head and starts such haunting harassment, and as far as prettiness goes, both of you have it by the cartful. So when trying to mingle to avoid such unnecessary complications I suggest flaunting it less and being hooded more often in the future hmm ?"</strong><br/><br/>Feyua dipped her head in a respectful gesture towards the swashbuckler<br/><strong>"But first things first You must be the adorable Aria ... " </strong><br/>and again towards the druidess.<br/><strong>"... and you are the cute curvy Keela " </strong><br/><br/>After seeing to the second door being unlocked the keys drift as if held by a ghost bobbing up and down in time to words the witch placed emphasis .. before returning into one of her hands lazily.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm not against exploiting the vulnerable by anyone's standards, most importantly my own, but if something more interesting is at foot here I want to stick my beak in it. Why I hear you both thinking ? <strong>Perhaps </strong>so I can ensure to keep clear of the same thing happening to me, <em>perhaps </em>to see if your framers are up to is something I want to relieve their ungraceful mits of and be firmly in yours-truly one's less so. <em>Perhaps </em>to return the favor of being well ... so immaturely charmless towards quite magnificent creatures. Both of you must have some smarts or your would be wives already chained to some mans bed by now, <em>which means</em> your smart enough to know you need to find out why as well, and while your faces are framed as belonging here your going to need my help."</strong><br/><br/>Feyua nodded as if the conclusion was inescapable.<br/><br/><strong>"I, of course, am Feyua. <em>Savior </em>sorceress happily at her <em>own </em>service. "</strong><br/><br/>At this the woman lifts her nose in the air to posture unashamedly.<br/><br/><strong>"and although it <em>greatly pains </em>me to end such a <em>sultry scene</em> before I <em>see </em>to more <em>sensations</em>, all worth a <em>song </em>know <strong><em>only </em></strong>the -<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">less</span></em></strong>- <em>sedacious </em>... "<br/></strong><br/><br/>[ Feyua casts animate rope on the cords binding Aria such that they unravel from the woman to coil neatly in the corner of her cell ]<br/><br/><strong>"<em>suit</em>"</strong><br/><br/>[ and repeats it with another cast for the one binding Keela ]<br/><strong><br/>"<em>such</em>"</strong><br/><br/>While the freed women instinctively massage their chaffed wrists, the witch twirls ..<br/><br/><strong>"<em>circumstances</em>." </strong><br/><br/>.. to end in the flourish of an elaborate curtsy.