When she was finally helped out of the tank after what seemed like hours of this group doing their thing in this room, Peony was hoisted out of the tank, momentarily reminded of the last time she was picked up by either of her parents. That was about a decade ago, though, before their business picked up, so it wasn't particularly nostalgic; it was the same as if she'd randomly imagined a unicorn prancing by...which she had done earlier. She hadn't had a lot of other entertainment at all.

When she was finally out of the tank and on her feet again, she looked around at the group skeptically. "And would any of you happen to have a spell or something to dry me off? Or at least some clean clothes? Or better yet, have you seen my equipment? If you have, give it to me. Or let me borrow some." She shivered a little, but readied herself for a fight if these were just looters or slavers. Obviously wouldn't be the first time she was kidnapped.