The man nonchalantly got dressed, though he left Rhianna in the tattered remains of her dress. Placing his sword belt slung on a wooden beam across the room, he laid down into the hay besides the woman, wrapping his arms around her form as if she was a pillow. In any other place, at any other time, she might have mistaken it for affection.<br/><br/>Time passed, and the sun's rays started to light up the barn. Many of the soldiers were asleep, snoring loudly until the doors burst open. A Tythian soldier walked in, striding arrogantly in with the Eslundian leader's plumed helm in his hands. Throwing it at the group of soldiers, he barked "Wake up!"<br/><br/>Some tried to flee the scene, one being smacked by the Tythian's scabbard as he tried rushing past him, but the man who cuddled up so strangely to Rhianna after her rape was remaining steadfast, clutching the woman in his hands as he regarded the Tythian coldly.<br/><br/>The Tythian furrowed his brow, producing a small sheet of iron from a large knapsack dangling at his side. Uttering a mass of arcane words that Rhianna coulden't understand, the Tythian held out his outstretched hand, pointing his palm to the Eslundian clutching at the woman. He froze in place, his unmoving grip on the girl tightening.<br/><br/>Sighing, the Tythian walked over and forcibly removed the paralyzed soldier's hands from Rhianna. He looked at the woman and let out a disgusted sigh as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her up onto her feet.<br/><br/>The other Eslundians looked on, afraid to utter a word against their superior. Without saying anything further, the Tythian started to walk out of the stable with the woman in tow.