The dropping form of the girl again surprises the large warrior and he spins again, listening to her curse in some foreign toungue, which is answered by the dogs in the alley. He shoots them a glare, indictaing for them to keep to their own business before he bends again to grab the manacles from her wrists and he straightens, yanking her to her feet and then some...<br/><br/>He pulls her further up onto his shoulder and he carried her like a sack of provisions, his large hand resting on her ass to support her weight. "Accursed chains... She's but a wench by the gods..." he said starting to walk towards the boat. His other large meaty hand slaps her on the rump... "Quiet with you, lest you attract more unwated attention... More than one of these dogs would like the opportunity have their way with you, and I've half a mind to let them..." he growl at her...