With the attention of his captors focused on the jungle around them, Jaafan began to work furiously against his bindings with the nail, hoping that his temporarily unbound locks of dark hair might hide his movements. It was his great shame to have been taken prisoner by the Volucreth, and he would take any opportunity to redeem himself. Perhaps the man that had drawn away the larger birds was one part of a larger rescue force. It would be much to ask the spirits, but he maintained hope. He could not end so ignominiously as to simply be enslaved by the Volucreth and devoured by some large feathered beast.

Jaafan gives a sharp glare at the man beside him to cow the man's agitation, and then begin shuffling through the pack of slaves slowly, headed toward whoever looked the strongest of the herd. Upon reaching the determined slave, the barbarian attempts to press the nail in to the individual's palm, shrugging his shoulders slightly to indicate his loosened neck bolt. When he feels the slave understands his intent, he casts his eyes about the ground for some loose shale or edge, dull or sharp, that he might use to slowly saw away at the rope binding his hands.

If the worst came to pass, he could simply flee in to the trees in the hopes of stumbling on whatever had distracted his captors, but the true proof of his strength would be to lead these slaves against their oppressors in a grand battle for their freedom. He suppressed a grin at the thought.

Kuublu whirls his sling, assuming someone else will use the other one. He'll let fly at the terror birds...

Assuming Chiemeka has the other one...

With a quick prayer to Aset, Chiemeka lets fly with his sling.

Slingshot at Volucreth hunting bird: 1d20 10

Uruka casts enhancement and charges into the fray.