Rozilyn watched in horror as the wound that protruded through the mercenary's back closed up, but not with skin and muscles. With even more machinery. She gulped, wondering how he found the means to come by that kind of medicine. He is a mercenary, she thought. Who knows how much money he makes within a day.<br/><br/>It was then that she noticed just how powerful he was. Talking to the overlord with not an ounce of respect or humility. And not being blown to bits by it. He must be quite an asset to them. If only he were on my side, she thought.<br/><br/>Her gaze then traveled to the soldier. He would be a perfect Freedom Fighter, yet he chooses to stand with this tyrant. But why? His nature, it's not evil, not in the slightest. It seemed she could trust him more than any one of these hooligans. But then again, he does seem very loyal to his master. Like a dog on a chain. Pathetic, she thought.<br/><br/>Almost a second too late, her head turned back to Conan, as he once again said she would be going to his home. Trapped in his castle, his domain. She had no time to react, opening her mouth to speak again to only be hit with a metal elbow, knocking her to the ground in an instant.<br/><br/>The pain rang through her skull as she fought to stay conscious. Just as she was slipping out of it, Rozilyn could just vaguely hear a sound. Gunshots? But who could it be? Were her friends coming to save her?<br/><br/>The lady's eyes slipped closed and she fell into a complete darkness before she could see the freedom fighters erupt from the shadows.