The Mercenaries wouldn't let poor Rayne get through, the large brute had now grabbed hold of her arms and forced them behind her back.<br/><br/>"Do your thing Sylla." The mercenary captain said with a sigh, and one of the women, a robust and strong woman walked up to the two of them. She slipped her arms in betwen them, her eager fingers traveling down the length of Rayne's skin. The the magician girl could feel a sharp tug at her elbows, as a rough rope was suddenly wraped around, and knotted them together behind her back! Shortly followed by a another tight knot around her wrists.<br/><br/>"Don't bother fighting them" She said to the young girl. "I used to be rope mistress on a brothel in my youth." She says with a giggle.