Her eyes narrowed at the man as she was grabbed roughly and led away. She jabbed and struggled, not to get away, just to frustrate the guards. One of the guards shoved her into a fair sized tent and pinned the chain down into the ground at its center. She feinted at him, making him flinch.<br/><br/>As soon as the men left, the woman's shoulders slumped. She sat with her knees tucked under her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs. She let out a sigh. Kiriah began to look like what she actually was; a young lady far from home, with no family and no friends to count on. She was all alone.<br/><br/>She glanced up at the old hag. She was a slave too, there was no need to be intimidating towards her, Kiriah thought. "My name's Kiriah" she muttered, staring at the ground. "I refuse to do anything those bastards try to make me do." she convinced herself aloud, not really caring if the old woman heard.