Loriana kept her eyes subserviantly downcast as the trio of men approached her. All were disheveled and stained with what looked dangerously like blood. She felt reasonably certain these were part of the company that had just attacked her caravan. Anger swelled within her, but she kept it hidden under a mask of uncertainty and fear, assuming this would be the best way to behave as a servant. She found the task of keeping her head and eyes down extremely difficult. Instinct told her that she should employ any means necessary to avoid their suspicion.<br/><br/>"Well well... got a live one here, boys..." the closest of the group called to his fellows, "You seen strangers passing through here, pretty thing?"<br/><br/>She didn't sigh with relief, but it was a close thing. He didn't immediately suspect her. That would help her cause. She kept her response brief and respectful, "No, sir."<br/><br/>Struggling to contain her nerves, she continued answering their questions. The men became increasingly agitated. She gathered that they didn't enjoy the fact that she couldn't offer any more information, which would add to their work in tracking her down. When they began expressing their frustration in a physical way, shoving at her and groping, she felt her nerves begin to vibrate with tension. Heart pounding, fought back her nerves, pleading with them.<br/><br/>When they finally moved past her, prowling through the woods toward town, she sighed with relief, sagging against a tree.