Morigan gasped when a plume of foul smelling orange smoke exploded before her guide, the knife blade digging into her soft flesh. Then she watched in fright as quickly, with relative ease, the men sketched out the door in the wall. She screamed piercingly when she was shoved through, her voice echoing in the cave long after the portal had been closed.<br/><br/>"...trial in four days." she dimly heard one man say. She looked shell shocked as several of the men grabbed her... several more than necessary. She whimpered slightly when hands slid where they shouldn't, pinching, prodding, poking, pushing her along firmly until finally she was shoved into a small room in the sheriff's house.<br/><br/>To her credit, she did not scream. She merely stood there silently for a good long while, before slowly sliding to the floor. The bare wood was cold on her bottom as she sat silently. She could hear men talking in excited, angry voices. So she sat. And she waited.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>