Bad. So bad. Pretty much worst case scenario for every reason Fossil could think of. So stupid! Letting down her guard like that when she should have expected danger. But she couldn't really be expected to realize that that apparently lighthearted middle class girl was an inquisitor, could she? The once again prisoner tried to inch away from the blade as the now much tighter shackles bit into her wrists. No use. This woman's grip was a vise. An inquisitor. Damn everything. That meant straight to the dungeons, straight to... Fossil's vision began to cloud, her heart pounded frantically in her ears. And the envelope. They would search her, search everything. It would be found. She would fail. The council had said it was important. Damn everything. Between the woman holding her and the circle of soldiers around them there was no escape. She would find the envelope. And that wouldn't satisfy her. Fossil was sure of that. She would want to know more, all the things a courier knows. Fossil had only one option now, as far as she could see in her barely controlled hysteria. Fight. Make them kill her. They'd get the envelope but they wouldn't have her, the inquisitor wouldn't be able to interrogate her.<br/><br/>Fossil took an unsteady breath. She gritted her teeth and threw her head back. With any luck she'd break the inquisitor's nose. Then again, she though as she braced herself for contact, the only luck she'd had today was bad.