River wasn’t entirely convinced that the little-one would be all right, but she wasn’t going to press the issue, and she was more concerned about what he said after.  Hearing the mishmash of voice, including her own, coming from behind his mask, as well the Human man’s conclusions made it easier to understand the plight of their rescuer, at least.  She rose to her feet as he rattled off words that would hopefully be helpful to the little-one.  Unfortunately, they wouldn’t be able to just guess at everything needed, and it was doubtful he’s be able to answer most of their questions without the right words.  It, and the frozen spirits, was the sort of magic that River had never heard of, or read about.  Just where had they been taken?

As she was thinking, River listened to the other’s conversations.  They, including another two men who must have just woken up, were at least coming around to her idea that a jail-break ought to happen quickly, but if there were more people locked up and drugged, or whatever had happened to them, it would be horrible if they were left behind.  The Corpse was just making itself loud, messing around with the torches.  Fire magic was normal; it, at least, made sense in River’s mind.

[color=6ecff6]“Um, I’m not a demon,”[/color] River said, looking at Primelia.  It just brought back into question about where they’d been taken and how far reaching that strange army’s conquests had been if there were no Winged-People in Primelia’s country.  Would Eryllan be seeing more war after the creatures were through with Feriveil despite all that had already happened to the Animal-People’s kingdom?

[color=6ecff6]“My name is River Fein,”[/color] she said, hoping that would be enough for now, [color=6ecff6]“well, anything more formal can wait, I guess.”[/color]  She cut herself off at the little-one’s mention of “guards”.  

From down the hallway, blocking their escape came a bizarre amalgamation of armour, cobbled together from multiple suits.  Thankfully, before it could reach them, it got caught-up in the little-one’s spell and remained half-frozen in midair.  Unfortunately, it was only half frozen.  The remaining half was able to move well enough that it could retrieve its weapons.  A dead-end blocked their way from behind, and there was no way forward without risking the armour’s attack.  How in all of Hell were they supposed to get past this?  Their escape was ending before it had even begun.  She glanced around for something, anything she could use as a weapon.  Even if she could barely fight, it would be better than getting recaptured without any effort on her enemy’s part again.  The only thing that she could see was the magical torches.

[color=6ecff6]“better than nothing,”[/color] she mumbled, pulling one out if place.  Like when the Corpse did so, hers immediately lit up with flame.  She still wasn’t sure what she’d be able to do with it, but just holding it in her hands made her feel a little more ready.