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She watched the wolves for a moment then turned back to the little doe. Compassion, a previously unknown emotion to her, at least in the way of putting a name to it overcame her and she walked forward. It would be a simple matter to sever the chains, a bit of magic could do that no problem. Torn in indecision she stood there, arms crossed and sighed. Bode was harmless, it was a little doe for goodness sakes. Then why is she chained? Her mind whispered the phrase. Wolves can easily catch her and eat her...why is she chained? "Because Dimitri likes seeing poor defenseless things harmed in the cruelest of ways." she muttered under her breath remembering the feeling of helplessness when she was chained to the wall. Not a pleasant feeling. Her mind made up she walked forward, a blast of magic and the chains were severed. One hand reached down and pulled the little doe to her feet and Zahara watched her closely. Why did she have a horrible feeling that all was about to go wrong? Reminders of lessons her mother had taught her floated through her mind. You free something that looks harmless and suddenly it wants to eat you and is no longer harmless. But it was a bit too late now, wasn't it? She'd just have to be careful and watch her step.

A few minutes passed and the doe, instead of turning into a raging monster and trying to bite her head off, remained a doe. A sweet, harmless, little doe. Zahara glanced around unsure of what to do now. She had no idea how to get back to where she'd been originally but they certainly couldn't stay here. It was time to move. Turning around, she slowly lifted the doe into her arms, much the way one would a puppy all the while whispering, "I'm not going to hurt you...I promise." Now she had two things to take care of, by the gods, she was turning into a regular Champion, wasn't she? Glancing down at her pocket to make sure Toharu was still there, she began to walk. There had to be a door somewhere and she damn well was going to find it.

Encounters became briefer and brefier, which Kieran was rather thankful for, his elvish endurance wasn't failing him but he was quite banged up, for when you were attacked often by more than one and by things that didn't care of themselves, attacks were ruthless. "I take it we are more or less past main defenses, yes Catawa?" Though as things quieted down and became more hospitable, he reached down his surcoat...and drew out Raziel, lying his palm flat so Raziel could sit easily there. "Are you alright my friend?"

Do tell where he had been? Well, in one of Kieran's inside pockets of his surcoat that was lined with chainmail. A little protective tucked away spot that Raziel could take cover in, in such situations. It had proved useful before and it did so again. He brought his other hand hand, sword still in hand and used the back of hsi hand to wipe at the gash in his cheek again.

It was a sickening feeling to feel blood splattered on her person, drenching her and matching the silver white of her hair to the red streaks dyed in. For a moment she sat there on the floor, staring at the thing in front of her. She wanted to make sure it wasn't moving. Reaching out with a shaking hand she dislodged her dagger and sheathed it to her boot, as she forced herself to her. Gripping at her bow a moment she grabbed another arrow and nocked it, before scanning the room she was in. Creepy equipment indeed. Then over to the door, cracking it and looking out a moment before kicking it open, bow ready to fire if need be. OKay, she could do this...it was just like the basement at home. Yes that's right. A swallow of her fear before she edged out the room and started down a random direction..figured heading down was best, seeing as that was the implied direction of Dimitri. Besides, heading up seemed to warrant more attack force. Kieran and Malik both felt a bit distant.

The drow looked about, noting the relics. "I am me." He replied, "Are you you?" He knelt down for a moment, and pulled a strange vail from his belt, and consumed the liquid. It would take a moment and some conentration to let it do its work. "If you really do see the future, then you know who I am; for long ago you would have seen my dagger in your breast, beside my son and student."

After allowing the potion to take hold of him, the Drow used his hands to feel the auras of the relics, "I guess you could say, I am here not to fufill that promise."

He had figured the air more hospitable during his skirmish with the feline, seeing as it had knocked his mask when they had been entangled, yet the air really didn't bother him. Which meant he reached to the now damaged mask and pulled it off, tucking it in his surcoat. He pulled and put a lot of things in there didn't he? "I'm beginning to see that."

But his attention turned back to the faerie in his palm. "I think I find it worrisome that you would recognize this place Raziel, for that means that you've been here." Which was disturbing...but could be useful.

Oh good it was quiet thus far. Though the eerie scary kind of quiet, her ears easily picking up the sound of her own ragged breathing. Slowly she made her way down corridors, taking stairs or drops when she found then, trying to work her way down and be as inconspicious as possible. Hopefully things weren't too attracted to blood.

"Let us not think on the present or the future."

Jarlaxle quickly collected all the relics, and placed them into the same bag, which was no bigger than his hand.

A daggers flung across the room, and severed the chains that held the woman in place, and his body caughte her before gravity could take her to the ground. The drow quickly wrapped a blanket around her with one arm, and forced fead her a potion with the other. The elixer was a healing potion, designed to keep her alive an mend any open wounds. IT could not fully restore broken bones, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about bleeding to death. Even if she was not cut or damaged in that way, the potion would have a pleasent taste, especially to her. It was made with Tarathiel's hair after all.

"I am going to carry you, but your body will be tied to mine." The drow wraped a thin silk rope around Meilikki to hold the blanket on her, then he turned so that she lay on his back. He stood up, and ste slide slightly down his back, until her arms were pulled up and over his shoulders. Another rope went around the woman, and then again, and again until she was sucurely harnessed to his back. He then tied her arms to his chest, and her legs to his mid-section. "I have no time for complaints, be quiet and we shall evacuate here as soon as we can." The drow exited the room, and walked into the area where the guardian beast lay dead.

"Your discomfort does not interest me, nor does your pride or any other silly emotion you may have. You may trust that your abilities will ensure your survival." The drow said in a stern voice. After a few more steps, Jarlaxle placed a thread with a piece of bone around her neck. "You are too useful to let die now." His arms droped to his sides, and then hooked around to lift Meilikki to relieve the strain on her arms. "Unfortunately for you, the white mage is on another floor."

Zahara glanced around as they circled the very same corridor for the fifth time. She was walking in circles and the doe was steadily getting heavier, though not so heavy as to force her to not be able to carry her anymore. She glanced around, breathing slightly heavily from the exertion of running from what seemed to be quite a few creepy things that liked to sneak up on her randomly. Where in the name of Lloth's hell was she? And just how was she going to get back to where she needed to be. "Dammit..." she cursed as they once again moved into an area they'd already been.

He stopped at the hand motion, stumbling slightly as he was pulled into a room to avoid what Catawa wanted to avoid. "Any idea what or who it is?" Though he was shushed with another motion and merely kept quiet, looking over Catawa's shoulder through the crack in the door, though a moment of studying her, she was shaking.

Being himself he raised a hand and resting it on Catawa's shoulder before taking back to looking through the cracked door. His eyes widened a moment, wait was that...though he waited till it passed, whispering to Catawa. "Was that who I think it was?"

A harsh sound as the air was forced out of her on impact and she doubled and dropped to the floor, dropping her bow in the process as her body instinctively curled inward, her arms around herself as if it would as she gasped for ragged breaths through the mask she still wore. Eyes that had closed in pain opened to look up. Oh great it was the guy with glasses. A cough, trying to get words to come up, but not managing any. "Malik...Kieran..." Her mind taking quick survival advantages, though it would probably do little to help. Couldn't tell how far she was from them, which means mental calls could even be reduced to faint whispers that would turn to nothing. Getting hit in the pit of your stomach really took quite a bit out of you. So she settled for a glare at him, gold flicking dangerously in her eyes at him. Wounded people were dangerous, they knew they could survive.