<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/Slave_Brynndir_portrait_400x800.jpg)<br/>Brynndir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297512.msg14582379#msg14582379)<br/>Human Barbarian 3<br/></div></div><strong>”Fuck!”</strong>the barbarian growled softly, as everyone seemed to oppose her plan, though what the other redhead suggested bordered on madness. She shoved the other guard she had intended to be a hostage into the cell, as the others descended on the brunette that wanted to stab one of the guards to death. Brynndir launched herself into action, grabbing the second guard by the collar and dragging him into the cell and away from his assailant.<strong>”Madwoman! I can survive a severe whipping if they catch us again, but I am very bad at overcoming being flogged to death.”</strong>She whispered angrily to the brunette as she stepped out of the cell, shoving the perplexed blonde outside the bars. The Barbarian from the North closed the cell door behind her and locked it with the key that was still sticking out of the lock when finally the mewling of young animals reached her ears. For now they were somewhat safer with the guards locked inside the cage, throwing the key across the room and out of reach of the cell.<strong>”Yes, let’s go, let it be known that I am only shunning an honest fight because you desire flight.”</strong>Brynndir accused the others, although it was more of an excuse she needed to change directions, immediately starting down on the dark corridor ahead of everyone else, not heeding Drejda’s suggestion for how to form up. Brynndir was a woman of action, and not so much about the whole ‘thinking about the action’ part.<br/>