Sonya watched in bemusement, and then surprise, as the Etori'ka destroyed her bonds, going straight for one of the surviving Dwarves and... eating him. She couldn't say she felt particularly sorry for the Dwarf, but she still cringed nonetheless. 

Turning her attention to the Elf in the cage, Sonya shrugged, pointing to the rampaging Etori'ka helplessly. "It wasn't you I was concerned about, it was her. She seems preoccupied with eating now, but I'm not really sure..." Sonya looked back over to the Etori'ka, and decided to risk it. "... Okay..." she called hesitantly, "I'll try and find them for you but I'm not guaranteeing anything." 

Hopping down, Sonya crouched low and watched for a few seconds more before moving from her position, quickly finding the weapons the Elf had asked her to and hurrying back to the cage. She'd searched the bodies and found nothing that resembled a key, and so resorted to her usual method of opening locks. Dropping her backpack, she rummaged about and found a pair of bolt cutters, taking a moment to finagle them around the lock and pressing as hard as she could on the handles until a sudden crack rang out and the lock fell away. [i]Who needs to pick locks when you can break them?[/i]

Quickly offering the recovered weapons to... Dances-With-Phantoms -tribal names were weird- she turned to rush back to the ledge she'd sheltered on before pausing, turning back to Dances. "Sonya, by the way. Would you like to join me on that ledge? There aren't any hungry Etori'ka on it."