There was little fight left in her. When the ropes appeared from nowhere, tightening around her legs, she had no way to fight it. Furious and dizzy, she thrashed, fighting against the ropes. When he spoke, she was about to respond with a hissing insult, but her retort was cut off by the arrival of new figures.<br/><br/>She fought harder against the ropes, trying to pull herself free. A cool touch on her skin suddenly distracted her from her thoughts. It felt nice. Very nice. She felt herself relaxing. Even after the touch disappeared, she couldn't help but reflect on how nice it had felt. She was distracted by this line of thought. Her thoughts slowed and she simply stared ahead into the darkness that was her only friend. She never realized she was being moved. She didn't really care.<br/><br/>It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when the trance finally began to lift. Her body ached. There were people around her. she could tell that much, but her mind was clouded with a thick, impenetrable shroud. The sounds around her echoed strangely. She felt as though she were spinning rapidly, or maybe falling... or both. Yes. Definitely both. but where was she falling? She couldn't quite remember.<br/><br/>It didnt really matter anyway... she sighed as blackness took her. She must have stopped falling, then... The spinning stopped. Everything stopped. She sunk into a pit of unconsciousness.<br/><br/>=======================================================<br/><br/>Kell made what arrangements he needed, issued instructions to a few men he casually passed on the street, and picked up a bite to eat from the farmer's market stand in the market square. There were, of course, no attendants at this hour, so he left his payment in the cup on the cart and carried his simple breakfast along with him. It was a long night. Much longer than any he'd known in recent days. It almost felt good to have a measure of chaos around him. Motivating.<br/><br/>When he finished his apple, he threw the core into the canal, munching on the loaf of bread and cheese he'd purchased. The meeting place he'd requested was simply a single crossroads within the city. The meeting point of a narrow alley, and a backroad deep in the older part of town, where the buildings were falling into disrepair and the people living in them long ago forgot how to care. Positioning himself a few paces down the alley where he would hopefully not be seen at first, Kell lounged on a wooden crate to watch the place where his hoped the men would appear. If they didn't change their mind, and if they were truly what they claimed to be, they would arrive relatively soon.