[hr][center][h3][b][i][colour=6ecff6]The Pawn[/colour][/i][/b][/h3][/center][hr]

Slowly blinking her bleary eyes open, the Pawn yawned. She'd woken up to the sound of raised voices, a sound she'd never liked, not that she could remember anything; it was just a feeling she got. Attempting to raise her hand up to rub at her eyes she was shocked to find that she couldn't move. Definitely awake now she writhed around trying to loosen herself from the hold of, …were they [i]roots?[/i] Oh man, today was [i]not[/i] looking good. 

Glancing around the clearing and spotting the other five, no six, she frowned, yelling would get them out of here no faster than struggling, which was working [i]sooo[/i] well. 

Pausing in her effort, and sucking in a breath, she hollered, [colour=6ecff6]"Oi, stop insulting the only person that looks like they'd be able to get us out of here, I dunno 'bout you, but I ain't likely to do something for someone when they cuss at me, eh?"[/colour] She shrugged, or as much of a shrug as she could do, which really was pretty pitiful, [i]how did he think he was going to make anyone's life hell when he was glued to a tree?[/i] Directing her next sentence at the figure in the middle of the clearing she inquired in a much more reasonable tone; [colour=6ecff6]"Sorry, but do you think you can get us down from here? Please?"[/colour] She had questions, and lots of them, but they, she figured, could wait till she wasn't trussed up like a turkey.