Alyon sat there as Miss Thorn began to step into the room. Her eyes glared down the girl as she spoke to her, mentioning that Fraya drew in all sorts of characters. Alyon stared back, angered by the statement, but somewhat fearful considering the situation.

[color=ed145b][b]"Wait! I know her. Its ok really."[/b][/color]

[color=7ea7d8][i]Fraya![/i][/color] Alyon's eyes lit up with those words of hope, relieved at the fact that Miss Thorn changed her mind about the situation and decided to pull the gag down allowing the girl to speak. The men nearby went to work, releasing the binding around her limbs while Fraya came up to see what happened to her friend.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"I'm fine! Seriously! But what on earth are you doing in a place like this."[/b][/color] She was frustrated. The situation had created all sorts of problems and if this was classified as lucky, Alyon would have hated to see what would have happened if it was worse. She looked up towards Miss Thorn, [color=7ea7d8][b]"And what is it that 'you' want Fraya for?!"[/b][/color]

Alyon's hands and legs were free allowing her push the men untying the knots away from her body. She mumbled a subtle [color=7ea7d8][b]"Ger off!"[/b][/color], indicating that she didn't need to be babied by some people that she didn't know. She stood up, straightened her clothes and ended with, [color=7ea7d8][b]"If it's fine by you, we are leaving!"[/b][/color]