At least they gave her the dignity of covering herself, Arianna thought as she was tossed the cloak. It wasnt much for a cover, but it was better than nothing. She wasn't as little worth as the maids she kept telling herself. When bound to the leash and forced to follow the fast marching of the horses, she whimpered. Many times did she fall, straining her wrists as she were dragged along the ground or suspended in the air, but she forced herself up to her feet again. She managed to loose the cloak on the way, which made her whimper even more. "Please..." she said patheticly. "I'm not worth this. My father will pay handsomely if you bargain for me... I even know where more of my maids live so you can take them instead! I'm not worth this..." She repeated. In fact, Dargoth probably thought she would fetch an even richer price on one of the eastern slave markets, if he could prove to them she was foreign nobility, even princess, which would not be hard since she had her family jewelry, he could earn more money than he had evere dreamed of.