Burns and cuts aside, the jewel was pretty great at igniting Claire's get-shit-done drive. With less difficulty than previously the crisped crusader's armor creaked as he jammed a tired lance into the castle floor. Even if the stick was going to break off in someone's lung, the weapon was still good enough to serve as a post to help the knight get back up to his feet.<br/><br/>All right! No longer prone on the floor, the cavalier gave Bricen a lovely shoulder tap and pointed at a pair of handcuffs hanging loosely from the wall. The steps Cuddles took towards the prison area clarified that he wasn't looking to have a good ol' roughhouse time with the other knight but rather, he was looking to have a good ol' roughhouse time with the buxom wenches the bandits have undoubtedly wrested away from the villagers. Booty to loot and plunder all locked up not a hundred feet away!<br/><br/>Several moments later, the captured prisoners that were treated to dreary minutes of silence after the ice-cold bites of warfare waged nearby were shaken up with rattlings raging from their door. Claire, having forgotten to search for a key (or ask the polite green-covered knight for it) decided instead to pick the lock. By tearing the metal mechanism apart and ripping the door open with a sweet, sickening bloom of sawdust. Certainly to his dismay the prisoners were either men, old or both. The guttural rumble that Claire spat out animatedly voiced his disgust at not finding any buxom wenches.<br/><br/>Fortunately the speed at which Sir Huge left the vicinity meant that he didn't place all of his eggs in one basket. Of course! Yesterday their inquisition had found two girls in a treasure-box with wheels. What are the odds that a buxom wench will be hiding in the decrepit throne room where the boss was reigning over his abode of antiquity? Almost as fuckin' huge as Sir Huge, I tell you what.<br/><br/>Five minutes later, Claire had enough material to present a report to his lady.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>Iron Lance - x1<br/>Iron Thingies - xSomething, they're not lances.<br/>Grains - x2<br/>Gold coins - x5000<br/>Alaqant Clothing - xClaire doesn't care.<br/>Keys - xWorthless.<br/></tt><br/><br/>A lovely haul. Well worth the deaths of many men.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>Buxom Wenches - x0<br/></tt><br/><br/>In despair, the knight dropped to all fours. This wasn't his day.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Several moments later, Claire returns to the hallway with the villagers in tow. The sooner they can explain to them that they need to take their bread-making materials and to get the hell out politely, the sooner Claire can have nap time.