<strong>Mia:</strong><em>You're not at top form as you squirm against the bindings. However, your captures are completely engrossed in their situation. They're speaking of what a shame it would be to not have fun with the three women and they don't notice you loose one hand from your bindings. Your wrist is sore from the friction the rough rope caused. You still have the hood over your head, but a free arm is a start. </em><br/><br/><strong>Cha'drek:</strong><em>You recall that elves don't particularly care for the Ochin'aque these days, preferring to step away from what they see as barbarous worship in favor of gods and goddesses . They are distinctly uncomfortable with their base being on the edge of what they call spirit-woods. Your knowledge of the living jungle extends fairly well, this is where your people are from--as well as jungles like it-- but, beyond knowing what the elves have said, and that Wintergate is a highly respected elven name that gets thrown around a lot, there is not much to glean from the troop.</em><br/><br/><strong>Reggae:</strong><em>As a cleric of the god of winds you would most naturally not like the omen of the storm brewing in the background as it is an elment opposed to your benevolent deity. However, your earnest beseeching of your god invokes a warm breeze out of the oppressively damp air around you. You see leaves and dust pushed along by the balmy wind. You can't help but feel the closeness of your deity even in this grim time.</em>