<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wgW31v2.png)</div>Elerra flexed the muscles along her arm as she was once again freed. If there was trouble ahead, she knew she had to help- especially since she had no doubt these 'Scouts' would be wounded before long if these bandits were in fact capable. With a hiss at her lips Elerra immediately stood, spun and began retrieving her chain-attire, sliding it over her bare skin as there was little time to put on her intricate clothing, though she did spare just a moment to slip on the boots she had been wearing. The discomfort would be her suffering, would be just another aspect of her penance- and that of Drow everywhere. However just because her body complied did not mean the 'Evil Drow' herself was 'willing'.<br/><br/>"Mortal filth. Once this is over and I find a way to break these bonds you will suffer a thousand lifetimes of pain in but moments for making me do this." she offered even as she secured the chainmail against her skin. Scooping up the backpack resting against the side of the cabin, Elerra was clearly ready to depart, following along behind Aron as he departed. She kept her weapon stowed for the moment, no use producing it and drawing unnecessary questions about why a Master would allow his slave to be armed.