<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Piro listened to the bandaged man’s words with a high degree of internal conflict.  At first, all he could think of was the sheer amount of wrath that their benefactor could unleash upon them for their treachery.  They were stranded in a literal hellscape with Aneesha as their guide and guardian for so long as they proved their worth to her.  Then his rational mind started to intervene with the initial realization that they were not bound to her.  She had deemed them her property by claim alone, but no contract was signed nor infernal deal made.  It was their choice to make.<br/><br/>The oracle looked around him and saw all those implements of torture and suffering that he had tried so hard to block out of his perceptions.  He so desperately wanted to set those anguished soles free, but within this hell they would surely be scooped up by another and only undergo the same treatment as before.  In a spark of inspiration that came from realizing the obvious, Piro saw that he had all he needed to be their savior and their sanctuary.  The wards were strong enough to keep Aneesha and her minions far away from here; it was a place where they could hold their own even at the risk of being besieged.  Still, their fate held little more promise out there than it did within these walls, but at least here they would be acting on their own terms.<br/><br/><strong>”Right, show me how to bind the wards to myself.”</strong>Piro said to the man as he began unlocking his cage.  He was well aware that whoever the wards were tied to would effectively be painting a bullseye on their chest, but he had made the decision so he will be the one to bear the weight of the consequences.