The woman's gaze eases up slightly as she notes the tears forming at her eyes, and then the offering of her wrists.  Quickly, her free hand reaches to her back, where her pack lay, and draws forth the silvered manacles, designed specifically for binding away lycanthropes of all kinds, as it would tear into their hands should they attempt to shift and break the bindings.  She quickly slapped them on Mylanna's wrists, only removing the blade to fully and properly tighten the manacles down, but not so much that they were painful or damaging.  She seemed to pause for a moment after that, looking deep into your tearful eyes, before reaching off and wiping away one of the tears upon your cheek with a gauntlet-laden hand.<br/><br/>"...you know, you are the first lycan I've attempted to arrest that has come willingly..." she says, her voice softer, but still strong and authoritative "That fact alone, and your service, I assure you, will work in your favor, if you truly are innocent.  Pardon me if I don't believe you though; no criminal is ever guilty, least not by his own word mind you."<br/><br/>She moved behind you and quickly looses the straps of your haversack, removes your quiver and bow, and searches your body up and down for anything that's not clothing, putting it all in the haversack.  She even removes your cloak, your ring, and makes you step out of your boots after activating the scroll, as all were clearly detected as magical in nature.  Now, standing barefoot in little more than your baggy clothes and manacles, she looks up at you as she brings another scroll out of her own haversack after putting yours inside of it for safekeeping, for now at least.<br/><br/>"You should be glad it was me they sent; I'm at least being kind enough to teleport us straight to the dungeon you'll be held at and letting you keep your clothes.  Others have captured and paraded your lot through town nude in the most vile of manners before, 'like the beasts they are,' they say.  Absolutely abhorred and disgustingly cruel practice..." she says as she sets a hand on your manacled wrists, the other hand flicking the scroll open to be read aloud "Now then, let's see..."<br/><br/>The woman spoke a short series of words in draconic, the written language of the scroll.  With a light from the scroll, and a distinctive sort of 'pop,' the world of the forest vanished into tumbling, black mess of vertigo-inducing nothingness.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/>With yet another 'pop' and a, possibly relieving sensation of reorientation with proper gravity, the world that the knight had brought Mylanna to was one of cold and darkness, with a strong oder of dirty bodies and rats, rotting food, and to some extent illness.  Indeed, it was a dungeon beneath the southern barracks, and it was by no means a pleasant sort of place.  You are quickly placed in the cell you arrived in front of, which is an isolated one far beneath the barracks and away from all other prisoners, 'isolation,' if you will.  She doesn't remove your manacles, even as she locks the heavy gate leaving you in the dank, dark cell behind the iron bars.<br/><br/>She pauses again to look at you, with a hint of sympathy to her gaze, though it is still a strong and hardened sort of a woman doing her duty.<br/><br/>"I'll be back shortly.  If you're not guilty, as you claim to be, then you'll be out of here by tomorrow's noon after we have a trial." she said calmly "Be calm and don't cause problems for me or whoever ends up being your guard tomorrow morning, and this is the worst things will get."<br/><br/>With that, she walks down the corridor, her steps echoing down the hallway as she slowly disappears from even your keen elven and lycan hearing, leaving you alone in your small, dark cell, with not even a bed to lay upon...