<div class="floatright">(http://d.facdn.net/art/koveliana/1519934935/1519934935.koveliana_7686.png)</div>The accusation and the laugh stung, Brin's body tensing, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her weapons in her hands. "They were a gift... I have no intention of releasing them to you..." she spat the words at the man as she bared her fangs in a snarl, putting her weapons back in their sheaths with a bit of hesitation and worry in her eyes.<br/><br/>Brin glanced at Morena with a small frown, shaking her head as she spoke. "Something isn't right... These aren't archeologists..." She whispered before taking a deep shaky breath, glancing at the wagon, then Morena, and finally at the man in silk. "Run, don't follow me." She said aloud, not bothering to whisper, and as she finished the short command she quickly grabbed the backpack that had been given to her earlier that day, putting it onto her shoulders, feeling the oppressive weight on her body. No sooner than the pack was on Brin's back than she began to sprint into the woods as fast as she could with the weight slowing her, trying to put as much distance as possible in between herself and her friends as quickly as possible.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Movement</div><div class="spoiler_body">Brin's speed at a heavy load is 30ft per turn, 90ft per turn if she runs (×3) and she can maintain her run for 10 turns, equal to her constitution score.</div></div>