<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Barge</span></b><br/><br/>Faced with imminent capture by a creature that was as good as an enemy of the human race, something about him telling her to stay was downright comical. Despite her thrashes respectably effective knees, she had the wits to retort, "I think not!"<br/><br/>What she thought was soon irrelevant however... the greenskin's muscle was far beyond hers, and as she fleetingly noticed while being hauled to her feet, this one was if anything the runt of the band. Holy hells are these things big...  Lydia's advice fell on deaf ears. If anything, it earned a hurt scowl - rather good for a woman in her position. She may have been half-struck with fear, but the other half was crossed between the uncanny fantasy of it all and the leadership of the obvious ringleader of the group. This woman was clearly it; the orc that had stepped out later was surely some deputy, a second to the unlikely leader.<br/><br/>One thing for humans to lead bandits, another for an apparent elven-kin to lead orcs...<br/><br/>Though her wrists were 'free' for the moment, they were as good as bound with meaty hands that wrenched them behind. It didn't stop her motions, as much as they began to die down into huffs and  sullen jerks that yielded her inches the first few times. An arm across her chest finished that, rendering her firmly in grasp as the barge began to float from shore at the quick efforts of her surrounding captors. She hardly noticed the gangplank raising.<i>Damn, they're good...</i>she stared between the various faces that leered. A ravenous lot lot that clearly saw their new piece of red meat for all it could offer them... and something in the village girl's loins stirred at their appreciation even as she fairly withered beneath them.<br/><br/>She glared at the orc who bared her restraints, a coil of simple brown rope that was soon strictly applied to her wrists. Though she didn't make it easy, the fact was it only took moments to render her arms crossed and useless behind her. She could appreciate the simple gesture... but she only had moments before rude prodding sent her stumbling across the deck, nearly tripping over her own skirt she suspected would not protect her for very long. "Why so tight," she whined quietly as the rope bit in, thankfully marking the long sleeve of her blouse rather than her bare skin, at least for the moment.<br/><br/>And now, the fantasizing woman was to be introduced to an all-too-real cell to await the destiny set upon her on so very short notice...