Dargoth laughed at her words. They meant nothing to him. And what did he care if she was a princess? By the way she was dressed she looked more like a well-paid prostitute then anything. And no one was going to stop him from having his way with her, oh no, not one dresses as enticingly as her. She would yet be his this day. He grabs her dagger hand, ingoring the shallow cut to his arm, and begins to squeeze it until she drops the dagger, kicking it out of the way. He grabs her other arm and drags up, jumping out of the wagon with her in tow. They wouldnt be confined to the wagon. A small circle formed around her and Dargoth let go of her arms, pushing her towards another bandit, who tore at the first part of her clothes, before pushing her across the circle to the next, continuing to disrobe her in an ungainly fashion.