<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/Slave_Kendal_200x400.jpg)<br/>Kendal Mayim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297512.msg14565168#msg14565168)<br/>Half-elf Sorcerer 3<br/></div></div>Kendal examined the remote carefully, quickly divining its function. There was a tiny, sibilant voice in the back of her mind whispering that she could dispense a little retribution on the pale-skinned pirate, but the smuggler pushed it aside. They needed to work together and a little petty vengeance (however delicious) wasn't going to help with that. Instead, she pointed the remote at each of the closest girls, unlocking their collars, before, finally, disarming her own and casting the vile thing aside.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Brynndir," she told the newcomer, blinking in concern before she realised that this wasn't the same woman who'd escaped from her boat, "these slavers won't care if we threaten a guard or two and, enticing though the idea of going down in glorious battle might be, I'd rather take my chances in the darkness."<br/><br/>The sorceress carefully sorted through her collection of potential spell components, keeping the amber, a piece of fleece and one of the iron rods. She bent down, carefully plucking the eyelash from the nearest guard and adding it to her collection. Only then did she turn back to the assembled prisoners.<br/><br/>"Okay," she sighed, "This fellow had some bits and pieces that might just work as physical components, some fleece, a couple of bits of straight iron, sand and a holy symbol. I'm still looking for some cured leather and gum arabic. Oh and there are clubs and daggers for anyone of a more martial bent."<br/>