"I can try to make whatever you want," she responded. Good hearing coupled with the echo of the stone hall made it hard to hide things from her.

"But I'm thinking some armor would be useful. And something to cook with, maybe some fishing hooks, a couple arrow heads, maybe."

She paused and motioned for them to hang back as she took her position between three windows on her left and three windows on her right. That much space between her and the target, plus that many targets, would take a lot of effort, but she was just in the mood to exert it. She took her stance, wide, rooted to the ground, strong and solid enough to stand firm through it all.

After a few short movements of her hands and arms, it appeared that she was pulling on something invisible. She struggled with it for just a moment, but then the metal bars began to creak and groan, screaming and whining against their own inertia and refusal to move.

She put more force into it, gradually as not to snap herself or the bars, until finally, like a loosened tooth, they pulled completely free of the stone and clattered to the ground around her.

She was grinning.

"Didn't even break a sweat!" She was just showing off at that point.