Amarro pushes the door to the small cabin open and rushes inside, beckoning Airis to follow quickly. Once everyone's inside, she shuts the door and, for safety's sake, barricades it with a chair. Still holding Benar, she leans up against the wall, trembling slightly from fatigue. Hugging the little squirrel, she tries to regain control of her surroundings. Benar just clings to Amarro tightly eyes wide and staring up at the squirrel "Why 'marro so scared.....You good you did what master said." But that's just the problem. She...didn't. Of course, Benar doesn't know this, however, he's going to have to eventually. But, for the sake of keeping the peace until they can get away from this place and until Minkeld gets back, Amarro just nods and gradually stops shaking. Minkeld room-pages, "I'll pose a few poses in..that way i'm not just following you guys out...". Amarro room-pages, "kk". Benar hugs Amarro with his little arms, wrapping them around her neck "I glad miss 'marro came back, i can show you how good Benar is now, master said you would come, he bought youtoo he siad." Oh yeah, that's right. Kalthas /did/ buy Amarro as well as Benar. "I'da come anyway, mate." She says, breathlessly, and leans against the wall, Benar on her hip so she can look at him easily. "Whether Kalthas said I would or not." Benar tilts his head at her "What 'marro mean? 'marro slave like Benar, Kalthas master, we be good slaves." he touches his collar then touches her neck "Why you not have one?" "Just barely got here, mate. They..didn't have time I guess." Amarro nods. That sounds like a suitable excuse. Benar wrinkles his muzzle as he frowns "K....if 'marro say so, master will get her one soon, is good, when i saw you you not speak anymore." Amarro sighs and leans her head up against the wall of the cabin. "Yeah. I'm...better now." Benar smiles and nods "K....Was benar good for obeying? Did he obey well?" Amarro hugs Benar again. "Yes. /Very/ well, Benar." Uuuggg.../where/ is Minkeld? Benar smiles happily and nuzzles her "Is Benar to serve here why we wait for master?" Amarro shakes her head forcefully. "No. You're just to sit here and have fun. We'll start by taking the color off and giving you new clothes..." Yes! Why not disguise these little bits of recovery for Benar by making them look like fun! Although, Amarro has never met any dibbuns who /liked/ changing clothes... Benar frowns at Amarro and holds onto his collar "No....Benar not allowed to take it off, see it fixed, it is Benar's show benar is in his place, and uniform is what slaves wear." Amarro looks at him worriedly for a second before sighing and giving up. There will be more time for this later. After they're gone. "Have it your way then." Benar frowns not liking the tone in Amarro's voice "Benar is slave....it Benar place...why 'marro upset wid benar..." he sniffs adn rubs his nose "Benar is good." "Benar is /not/ a slave. Benar is /free/." Amarro looks him in the eye as she says this. "I'm not upset with you. I'm just worried." Benar frowns and shakes his head "Yous silly 'marro, all wood'anders is slaves, is our place, Benar is squirrel, Benar is slave, is right, benar is good slave, Beanr obey." You room-page, "smiles at Amarro and winks "He's alot worse then last time you saw him isn't he :)" Amarro has disconnected. You room-page, "ack..." Stat Player Sex Species Age Idle ---------------------------------------------------------------- IC Minkeld Male Squirrel Adult 12m IC Benar Male Squirrel 4 Seasons 0s ZZZ Amarro Female Squirrel 10 seasons [---] ---------------------------------------------------------------- Amarro has connected. In a room page-pose, Minkeld coughs.... Amarro room-pages, "It is not advisable to play with your compy wires with your feet.". Amarro room-pages, "You unplug your compy that way.". In a room page-pose, Minkeld coughs again.... You room-page, "giggles and hugs WB, did you see my last pose?" Amarro room-pages, "ah..I think so. Could you repose anyway?". In a room page-pose, Amarro gives Minkeld a cough drop. Benar frowns and shakes his head "Yous silly 'marro, all wood'anders is slaves, is our place, Benar is squirrel, Benar is slave, is right, benar is good slave, Beanr obey. You room-page, "i then also said smiles at Amarro and winks "He's alot worse then last time you saw him isn't he :)" Amarro looks at him sadly. This is going to take a /long/ time. And she'd almost got it out of him last time. Quelling the urge to beat her head against the wall, she looks out the window. Minkeld...... Benar wriggles "Led Benar down..Benar need make things ready for when Master arrives, which master will it be?" Amarro releases Benar. "Umm....Kalthas...probably...I guess." She doesn't know what to say. How many masters were there? Benar stands on the floor and looks about trying to see if there is a fire place or anything he recognises as something he should be doing Minkeld trudges slowly up the path, towords the cabin, his every pawstep accompanied by a soft squelch of blood. Yes, he made it out of the castle, but just barely, enough to buy the others time to escape. His body shows it in wounds, a slash on his leg, back, and arm, along with two arrows in the opposite shoulder. Somehow, he managed to keep hold of his sword, which lays bloodstained and fastened to his back. An average size for a squirrel, Minkeld is nothing special in the way of size. Though this is not to say he doesn't have muscle on him, and his physique is that of a well seasoned warrior. Fur of a tawny tan color covers most of his body, with a lighter tone coloring his chest and belly. This coloration is marred occasionally, by various battle scars, the most notable being three cross-shaped scars,likely from arrow wounds.His eyes are a deep, sapphire blue, and seem to contain everything he's feeling, showing all happiness or sadness. He is dressed in a black, hooded doublet, that when pulled up shadows his face quite well, and a matching pair of black pants, drawn up about the waist with his sword belt. A dark grey cape is pulled about his shoulders for colder weather, otherwise he doesn't wear it. About his paws are a pair of black leather boots and a set of bracers, completing his garb. His sword is a work of art, made by a mastersmith of Mapleleaf. It is a full paw-and-a-half sword, it's blade broad and punctured by twin fullers running side-by-side, bordering the inscription running down the center, This sword will only take life to give it. Its hilt is made from the same steel as the sword, wrapped in crossing strips of black leather, the pommel a single spike. Now that she isn't holding Benar, Amarro begins to nervously fold the blankets that were scattered all over the room for some reason. Between folding the blankets and tossing them on the bed, she looks out the window. It's during one of these looks that she sees Minkeld, and almost drops her blanket. Gasping and choking down a scream, she moves the chair from in front of the door and opens it. Rushing out, she meets up with him. "Minkeld!!" Looking behind him for anyone that might be following, she helps him into the cabin. Benar watch Amarro folding blankets, he's too small for that really but he does start to load up the fireplace with fresh firewood, he hears her scream and turns around startled clutching some kindling to his chest, he stares out the door at the other squirrel Minkeld sinks to his knees heavily as Amarro reaches him, giving a chuckle and spitting some blood on the dirt. "Sorry i'm late....I'm not...as invincible...as I thought...it seems..." He's in pretty bad shape, eyes half glazed from the effort of keeping them open for so long like this, he feels so tired.... Amarro glances at the path behind Minkeld again, making sure no one's following him. Seeing the amount of blood he's losing, she tosses the blanket over him. It's the best she can do for now. "C'mon, Minkeld. We've got to get to the cabin." Benar walks to the door of the cabin and stares at Minkeld "Did you upset master? ....slaves not allowed swords, is bad, you bad slave? Benar good, Benar help?" he looks at Amarro eyes clear, wide and sadly rather empty "Benar good to help?" Amarro shakes her head. "No Benar, please go back in the cabin." If someone /does/ come, she wouldn't put it past him in this state to go off and tell them that he was taken from the castle by Amarro. Of course, the guard wouldn't know Amarro and all would be lost. Amarro room-pages, "umm...you're gonna hate me and all, but I've got to go AFK for 10 minutes or so.". Minkeld musters up just a bit more strength to stand, bloodloss somewhat staunched by the blanket as he begins to walk towords the cabin. It is probably best that the words of the other two are beginning to retreat behind a hazy fog, as the words of the little squirrel might have done good to finish his spirit.