Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-28358106-20160620005405

My chains age, and turn to rust, then flake into dust.

"Tack, let's get them safe for the moment,"  I say under my breath, dusting myself and keeping an eye on Magdala. "Praetor can distract her long enough.  Then we can stop her together." I proceed to release the injured captives and helping  them down and healing them.