Rolph stopped in his tracks at the sound of that powerful voice. He turned to see the older knight with his war hammer dangling from his wrist like a mere toy. Putting his hands gingerly against the rough bark, he rolled his eyes toward the unlikely heroes, large and imposing and small and fiery. She looked like the lesser of the two evils, he thought, easing around closer to where the small, dark woman stood with her sword drawn.<br/><br/>This one had drawn down on him in her home and he hoped to feed that blade to her someday. Reigna chose at that moment to begin screaming in fury at Lord Varatt. When his attention was diverted,<br/><br/>Rolph made a run for it and disappeared into the brush. Nimue hit the bitch with the hilt of her sword,<br/><br/>“I don’t know where he went, “ Nimue said, “but we need to take her to the Sheriff and help secure Faren’s release.”<br/><br/>The elder paladin trussed up Reigna’s hands and then doused her with water from the creek. When she groaned, he pulled her roughly to her feet, scowling as he did so.<br/><br/>“What do you think you are doing?” she sputtered, “I’m a Lady and you will treat me with the respect that I deserve.”<br/><br/>Nimue grinned ferally,<br/><br/>“That is exactly what you are getting. Just what you deserve.”<br/><br/>They marched out to where the horses were waiting and Lord Varatt groaned a little as he tossed the Lady into the saddle. Nimue leaped up behind her and whispered.<br/><br/>“Move wrong and there might be a wee accident with my blade.”