Her movement is difficult given the damned chainshirt all but binding into the threadbare garments the matronly druid was forced into, her connection with nature severed. The connection to the strength in her arms is still around so Aldi tries what she can to contribute, throwing her weight into her own tugging.
"Who could be attacking our captors?"
she grunts, pulling harder, "Allies from home? That damned dark lord we heard about so long ago?