Bran gripped, Vin's dislocated shoulder. "Ready?" He wanted to make sure he was ready for the pain that would go through him. "Do it," in one quick motion Vin's shoulder was back in place. Both of them walked back down stairs, "we were lucky we didn't lose anyone tonight." Vin smiled at Franks voice, "you say luck I say skill," both of them laughed "we have different opinions Vin." He shrugged, "I know that Frank."