The leader slowly lowers his mace, still looking at her warily.  "Smart move."  He says.  With a few quick motions, he gestures to the surrounding thugs.  Almost instantly, they close on Jordan, securing her arms in front of her in the same manner that they secured Miri's.  The thug cleric, meanwhile, moves quickly over to the thug that Miri had downed.  In a few moments of whispered prayer, he is up again, barely; he leans heavily on the cleric for support.  A hood comes down over Jordan's head, and she can see no more, although an instant later, she hears a slightly muffled curse in a voice that she recognizes as belonging to Miri, apparently having shaken off the effects of the curse.  "Bring them.  No talking."  She hears the leader speak.  A moment later, she hears a hard tug on the rope in front of her, pulling her along.<br/><br/>Bereft of sight, it is uncertain how far they travel, but Jordan can tell that it isn't far, at least at first.  "Watch your step, here."  A voice comes from just in front of her.  A moment later, as she steps carefully over something, she can tell from the lack of a breeze, and from the smooth stone instead of loose cobblestones beneath her feet that they've moved indoors.<br/><br/>Further they go, down a staircase, along a corridor, turning a few times, down some more stairs, voices guiding her as required.  There is no way to tell if they are traveling a long distance, or if their captors are trying to trick them into being led around in circles.  Either way, it is many long minutes of walking before they come to a halt.  Ahead of her, Jordan hears a sharp knocking sound, as of someone banging on wood.  A moment later, and she hears the recognizable sound of a door being unlatched and swung open.  A few more steps forward, and then hands guide her to a surprisingly comfortable cushioned chair.  The hood on her head is suddenly pulled off.<br/><br/>Dim light fills the room that the two women now find themselves in, Miri blinking in confusion as her vision suddenly returns to her.  The light seems to be emitting from a series of globes along the wall, clearly magical, and indicating significant wealth.  The room is opulently decorated, with a rich red carpet, polished mahogany chairs and tables.  Along the walls are shelves, containing a number of bottles, some of them obviously containing wines or spirits.   The centerpiece for the room, however, is a large desk.  An imposing man sits behind it, as large as the thugs that still stand behind the two seated women.  He is blond, with a neatly-trimmed goatee, and the obvious build and muscles of a warrior.  He stares at them with piercing blue eyes, smiling.<br/><br/>"So... you were looking for your friend."  The man says, his deep voice rumbling.  He has a slow, methodical way of speaking.  "You wanted to know where she had gone... perhaps, who had taken her."  His smile widens.  "You've found us.  Greetings.  My name is Grigori, and I represent an... organization.  You may consider yourselves our guests or our prisoners, whichever you would prefer."  He pauses, still regarding the two women with his blue eyes, gauging their reactions before he continues.