Otto was taken aback by this young woman he had managed to trip. The only women he'd known were either complete flirts, curves and all, or some poor defenseless little dove he couldn't help but put his grubby mitts on. This one was certainly different. "Saucy lil minx aren't ya?" he chuckled, his weapon not lowering an inch. In the gown she wore, it wasn't easy to see if she had the body he would like, but the attitude might be a problem. He knew this from experience; people liked<span style="font-style: italic">tame</span>slaves. This gal might be a bit of a fixerupper. His chestnut eyes kept wandering her form, but after a moment he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.<br/><br/>At once, he reached over and, after putting his sword away, yanked the rope off the horse's hoof, it whinnying in contempt. At least it didn't get the idea into its thick, equine head to kick him. That wouldn't be fun. "Alright girly, you're gonna be coming with me" Swiftly grabbing her two waggling wrists with one hand, he bound them. He was used to any struggle the girl might have given him; after all, he was well built and grew up fighting for his life. He could handle a woman. Returning to a standing position, Otto grinned at the girl, wrapping the excess role around his hand to pull her closer. "I wonder if ya have anything in the saddle bags...?"