<b>Amara:</b><br/><br/>Mug'ril cackles to himself as he strides forward, long tongue lolling as he comprehends all the many ways in which he was about to enjoy himself. He looks over towards Ezri rushing out of the tent, then back to Amara. "She'll get what's hers soon enough... Where's she gonna go, eh?" Mug'ril charges his prisoner, grappling her. The gnoll grabs Amara by the throat and slams her into a crate, moving a hand down to squeeze and fondle the princess's virgin entrance.<br/><br/>"This belongs to me now..."<br/><br/>The gnoll begins to quickly rip her clothing off into shreds before ramming his tongue into her mouth, pushing as deep as possible before pulling out, rubbing his bare, canine cock against Amara's leg as he does so.<br/><br/>"Mm... Princess tastes good.... My leader won't say nothing. I'm gonna tell him you did it... After I rape every focking hole you've got."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Suddenly, a shout can be heard outside, a deep voice that seems to be getting closer, though Mug'ril doesn't appear to notice.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><b>Ezri</b><br/><br/>As the sorcereress rushes eagerly out of the tent to escape Mug'ril's clutches, she'll notice the rest of the rather expansive camp. Tents are laid about here and there, and a long road leads to a much larger camp area, where the military force seemed to be located.<br/><br/>Several gnolls play some sort of dice game on a large table about a hundred feet away, apparently gambling over an elven woman strapped to an adjacent table. A particularly large gnoll seems to have won the last round judging by the painful slapping sound coming from that direction. Even from this distance, the sheer size difference between the gnoll and the elf seems disconcerting.<br/><br/>What if Ezri would soon share the same fate?<br/><br/>Ezri will notice a sentry turn around the corner from the tent she just left, looking around quickly.<br/><br/>Perhaps she could hide?