<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, great. It's just gonna be one of those days, in'nit?</span>Celia sighed as the man bound her; she might be of sharp wit and sharper tongue, but she had no combat experience. Not that it would have mattered, given the difference in stature.<br/><br/>"Alright, girly, you're gonna be coming with me," He said.<br/>Celia rolled her eyes at him, "Yeah, yeah, might've figured that on my own, you know."<br/><br/>"I wonder if ya have anything in the saddle bags...?"<br/><br/>"Just two apple cores, a few breadcrusts, a wooden thingy that's supposed to be for keeping shoes in the right shape and one of my grandfather's handkerchiefs that's probably been in there since the dawn of time," Clelia answered smartly, "I wouldn't touch that, by the way," she added.