After leaving a pat on Alice's back for the arrow-pulling, the barbarian had languidly strode over to the bound townsmen and women, brandishing steel extremities that resembled crude daggers. Fresh prey ripe for the pickin'! The evil beast would have a field day with ripping apart ...the rope and twine around their arms.<br/><br/>Much like the villagers he's freeing, Claire had no intentions of interfering with the talk between his leader and their leader. She'd probably pick the best choic--<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Alice</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>...searching very hard for a Silesian noblewoman they failed to assassinate...</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The knight whirled around and threw his claws up into the air in frustration. Why did they pick him to guard her? Really. Why? Lord Cuddles contemplated cracking his alloyed knuckles, to demonstrate that the owner would have no issues with decking old men and women in the face. Should this revelation come to blows, anyway.