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“As for escape I shall not want my mind this thought,” Eras replied bitterly. “Perhaps we should let the solider lead an escape attempt, for THIS man shall always know what to do, they are trained by equal, buffoons. Thank you much for social standing,” the young girl added sarcastically, digging her fingernails into the concrete. Her next words were in pieces, not made to make the slightest bit of sense to either the soldier or the other girls. “Midnight, I dare say, escorted by fire shall the souls remain. Ah, yes here shall the souls, bound and shackled, under insidious eyes and filthy...ill-gotten gain?” She presented it as a riddle and a rather odd one at that.