"A friend gave it to me. He died in the labs." She sighed and gave him a torn look. "I have to go help protect my home. I can't let anything happen to another safe place....It'll be too much for any of us." She glanced at Dzas and took out her dagger. "I set you free in the hopes that you will aid me and my comrades. If you want a peice of land back, do what's right; not what's popular." With that, she sliced the ropes holding him back and began pulling things from the shelf. "Tezztor, I'll need your help as well. I believe Attica's gone bad so we'll have to contain her." She had all her things together now; the longbow strapped to her back, the daggers hanging from her belt, and the shortsword tied to her left leg. "Grace save my soul, for I will defend thee to the death and beyond." She prayed, dragging her hand across the red scar.