"You're a tasty one, are you?" The big man holding her tightened his grip on her arm, freeing one hand. He grabbed one of the princess' breasts roughly, the sheer fabric of her nightgown providing little to no protection. He leered at her as he fondled her, then grinned as he pulled his hand back, ripping the cloth and baring her chest to the air. "Nice," he chuckled, turning his head towards his companions. "Ya don't mind if I go first, do you?" He didn't wait for a response before turning back to Elizabeth, his intention unmistakable.<br/><br/>Just as the man started to push up her gown a darker shadow appeared in the curtain of smoke obscuring the cave entrance. Glaran stumbled out of the smoke, coughing hoarsely. Eyes blinking furiously, he was too late to see the fist swung at him by the well-dressed man. The force of the blow sent him spinning to the ground with a strangled cry. The man kicked him in the stomach viciously. “The infamous Glaran dar’Kahesh. I expected more.” Another kick. Standing over Glaran, the man turned his head and spat on the ground. “Seems that this job is going to be easier than I thought. Pity. On the other hand, the less struggle with you, the more with the princess.”<br/><br/>The three men laughed as Glaran struggled to his hands and knees. His breathing was labored and his face betrayed the pain he felt. He wouldn’t be surprised if a few of his ribs were broken. Yet his voice held nothing but contempt as he spoke, spitting blood on the forest floor. “Wont..be..that easy, you bastard.”<br/><br/>His eyes found Elizabeth. “Now,” he said simply. He desperately hoped that she would make this chance count. It would be the only one they’d get.