The days of travel had been more than just physically tiring. They had been draining in every way for the fair noble woman who was restrained and set on the back of a cart like all the other cargo the barbarians collected in their plundering. She sat between a box of unknown contents and several sacks of grain they had obtained from an unfortunate farmer who had been taking their crops to one of the nearby towns to sell. With hands tied together tightly and bound to her torso with ropes around her waist her arms were completely immobile. Her ankels sported heavy chains that were cuffed around each limb and her mouth was gagged at all times except when the brutes felt like giving her a drink of water or small bite to eat. When transporting someone whom they suspected to be able to use magic however the precautions were understandable.<br/><br/>After what seemed like weeks the small caravan finally came to a halt and the woman could hear men's voices conversing up ahead. When she tried to turn to look at who the barbaric leader was speaking with she was met with a harsh rap on her shoulder with the pole of a staff from one of her escorts. The woman winced and turned to face the one who had struck her while her eyes bore into the half-orc. Her stare had come to intimidate many of their little band. One of her eyes was blue and the other a pale green. Such a trait was unseen among their tribes and therefore they perceived it to be a mark of the gods on the woman.<br/><br/>Moments later the cart was moving again and she gave a muffled groan as she was jolted when the cart was pulled over a small obsticle in its path, perhaps a stone. The trip wasn't long though and the group quickly started to unload some of the supplies and set up shelters and temporary dwellings of their own alongside others of different markings. Another clan?<br/><br/>As she had been studying the different markings upon the camp dwellings she was yanked off the cart by one of her captors that held onto the rope around her waist. She had to bite the cloth that gagged her though due to the stinging pain of the rope biting into her wrists and middle as she was hauled. Then she was taken into one of the tents and set down infront of one of the few women that traveled with them. "Clean and dress her." The man ordered before departing from the tent and leaving the two women alone.<br/><br/>Even in the woman's care, however, she wasn't treated with much better. She was roughly jerked around and held at knife point when her bonds were removed so she could wash the dirt and grime from her body with a bucket of cold water scented with some oils and redress in fresh clothing. Though she didn't feel as clean as a full bath would have allowed her to feel she did feel considerably better. There were red marks on her wrists, waist, and ankles from the bonds and a good sized welt on her shoulder from where she had been struck but for the most part she was untouched. Being that she was a trade item the barbarians wanted to keep her in somewhat of good condition. A torn and battered noble didn't fetch as high of a price as a pretty one.<br/><br/>Off in the distance, somewhere in the camp, the woman could hear the sounds of meriment being had. She glanced towards the entrance of the tent she had been brought to as she braided her long, wavy brown hair. "Is there a party?" She asked her female captor who had only given her instructions in the form of grunts and sharp gestures.<br/><br/>"Yes." The half-orc woman replied flatly. "Finshed?" She followed up with in an impatient tone.<br/><br/>"Yes." She replied as she tied off the end of her braid with a small leather cord. Then her ankle shackles were put back into place as well as th ropes that bound her hands together but they did not resecure them to her waist. Even with the shackles she could still walk, with discomfort, but running would be next to impossible. So while holding her head high she was lead out of the tent and towards a brightly lit area she assumed the party was taking place. When she reached the edge of the fire light she heard an all to familiar voice give her an introduction. "Ah, right on time. Aekkar may I present to you the first rare item I promised in return for your aid. Lady Raesha of the Lodian Court." The half-orc told the Ebon Wolf leader with a wide, toothy smile and a gesture to the fair woman as she entered the area. Raesha's eyes quickly settled on the two men. Her expression was one of irritation and disgust.