Freed from my frozen state, my first instinct was to look at my hand. Moving my fingers as I raised it to validate I was free and of control. If I wasn't wearing a helmet the pit guards watching could see my wide grin. My second instinct, instead of finding an exit or looking to my siblings, was to find the one who freed us. I could recall the last words from his voice, approaching the collapsed and bloodied figure, now likely dead. 

I'd gently turned him over, getting a good look at his face. "You have done a great service, rest easy, I will make sure your master remembers you." I spoke in a gentle voice, that seemed to have an audible effect similar to a burning candle flame. My hand would carefully and gracefully close the eyes of the fallen servant of Therelon. Afterwards, I rose back up, and looked forward to the remaining guards that hadn't fled. "So, tell me, what are your duties?"