Quintus looks at the prisoner on the ground as she snarls to her kinfolk and he watches with curiosity. He does not understand the foreign language, nor does he care to but he can clearly figure out what she's saying. Frankly, he agrees with her. It is the bandit god's voice that takes his eyes from the flaxen haired beauty and he simply nods and prepares to leave this place, and the accursed sounds form the kiln.<br/><br/>Anastasius's voice makes him turn and he nods... "With pleasure..." he says stepping to the blonde girl. He smirks as he watches the other man almost drag the dark haired prisoner from the shop. But that is not his way he thinks with a shake of his head. The large fingers of his hand wrap around her upper arm and he pulls her to her feet... "Up girl... Unless you prefer to be carried..." he suggests as he takes the chains and starts pulling her from the shop behind the other man with a yank of the chain.<br/><br/>"I do not like this..." he says to the man as they clear the building. "As much as I look forward to leaving this burning city, I do not like like being made quartermaster while the amazonian wench is is to look after matters of security..." he mumbles...