<br/><em> Crap!  ‘Crapty-crap’ </em>as her uncouth Nanny used to say; the words reverberated inside her head.  Leylanna knew now that<em> this </em>man was the worst sort of scum, a sadistic bastard that was probably scarred by the Alliance in some way that his heart and soul were even colder than her own.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted only momentarily to the other two.  She shook her head slightly as she noted the blood spatters on their clothing as well.  Her eyes closed tightly in an attempt to hide any fear from her forcibly acquired captain and his crew.<br/><br/>Leylanna’s cloak fell to the floor, revealing a superbly form-fitting dress that would have garnered several thousand coins on any civilized world.<br/><br/>“Then I suppose I should do as<em> you </em>say…“ Reaching behind her, she unclasped a single fastener to allow the dress to fall to her feet.  She stepped out from the puddle of material laid at her feet and simply asked, “And whom do<em> follow </em>?”<br/><br/>She was poised there in her shoes and nothing else.  Eyes darting to each of those present, jaw set sternly, showing little emotion.<br/>