Kiriah let herself be inspected by the old woman. She didn't care to be touched, but this time she would allow it. By men, however, was an entirely different story. The soldier that entered the tent didn't seem pleased that she was unshackled. The young lady walked up to him after her shackles were replaced. Though she was a few inches shorter than him, she still stood tall and proud, eyes narrowing at him. She literally snapped at him, biting her teeth together while striking her head at his face, almost like a viper. He seemed shaken at that, but growled, "Come on!" and shoved her out of the tent roughly.<br/><br/>The cold air hit her still wet skin, making her chilly. She hugged herself to keep warm while the man lead her to a larger tent. It was dark, there were already lit torches up on poles to light the way for the soldiers. Once they had gotten to the tent, the soldier called out for his leader, then promptly shoved the girl in. She stumbled, almost fell, then regained her balance in front of him. She looked him over again, not with utter hatred in her eyes this time, but more searching any weaknesses he might have. A bad leg, perhaps, a half-blind eye. She was no expert on these things, but now was the best time to learn.