<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At the attack she had 1 week to travel, back and forth. She may have been hurrying it, but even so that would place him 6 days away. 4 days will pass here in -relative- peace, so she will, at earliest, have turned back to return at the end of it if the payment was received fair and square.</div></div><br/>The practice left people with sweat covering their bodies, but also with a lot of bruises, but a grin of having learned things, looking more confident in their abilities at the end of it. They were good folks, working hard and not holding back when it came to training. They might have been hurt somewhat, but would remember things a while probably. Nonetheless, as Gabriel lead Michael away, the coffins were being made.<br/><br/>They were mostly finished, rebels stashed up in their boxes, to travel with the guard to their respective parents. As for the prisoner, she was clothed in the simple garments, and sporting a black eye, looking furious, but moving up to the cage bars as soon as the two approached.<br/><br/>"About time you showed up. Most guards seem to know their place but one prick tried to squeeze my ass and I socked him in the jaw, and the bastard dared to hit a woman." She rubbed her cheek beneath the sore looking black eye. Watching him intently, she cast a looking at Michael then. "You having your little<em>mouse</em>of a servant with you? You and your king are all living with the wealth stolen from everyone in this land and strangling its people. The nobility at least cares for the people, unlike the trash of a prince who's good 'guards' even harass nobility, and arrest a lord for false accusations, then to harass her daughter, and all for what? To get to C? and then that lord<em>vanishes</em>from the Royal dungeon!?"