Sitting inside one of the cages in the slavepens was a . . . unusual young woman. Her body seemed relatively fragile (Pretty easy to tell that when one is naked, bound, and gagged), and she had especially bright and vibrant red hair that reached clear down to shoulderblades. She wasn't really sure how long she had been trapped down here at this point. The Warforged had taken her by surprise, and she simply couldn't summon enough pets to protect herself effectively. With the knowledge that she was a spellcaster they had tied her hands and fingers together, and gagged her quite thoroughly, though fortunately they didn't take the easy route and break her fingers!<br/><br/>The young woman was quietly leaning up against the bars of her cage, lightly thumping the back of her head against it out of a mixture of boredom and nervous energy, when she heard it: Footsteps! There was a huge difference between a well-organized unit of Warforged walking in step, and the sounds she was hearing now. Maybe she was lucky, and someone had come looking for the missing people? Turning her body about she began to kick at the bars, more to make noise than anything else. It wasn't like she could scream for help after all!