<div style="text-align: justify;">"I suppose that a bit of excitement in your dreary life <span style="font-style: italic">is</span> something to thank me for," Nadya replied calmly to the Inquisitor's henchman. It was decidedly undignified that they had thrown her over the back of a donkey like a sack of grain. She could feel her wrists swelling underneath the uncomfortably tight ropes. Blood was running to her head and her eyes were starting to water. She had to focus on her physical discomfort, because the thought of her having been the one to lead the soldiers to the Red Leopards was unbearable. The noises coming from inside the hut were making her wish she could throw up all over the Inquisitor's pristine boots.<br/><br/>And suddenly, all was chaos. Someone was screaming - singing?! The donkey that was carrying her stirred nervously, jolting her unpleasantly, but otherwise remained in its place. Twisting her head yielded Nadya nothing more than a sniff of pungent fur. "What's going on?!" She yelled at the henchman. She might despise him, but maybe he was polite enough to answer her - even if it only meant she'd have to endure some more spite.</div>