The two women were led away, separated.<br/><br/>Cassia met with the so-called captain of the guard, who was more like a mercenary boss, much like she expected. Scars covering most of his face and skin, he appeared a battle-hardened veteran, or a thuggish brute, one or the other. His office was barely more than a room with a table, a few chairs and a shelf with some trinkets and a series of key rings. There were some sheets of paper on his desk, along with a pen and some ink, but based on the dried shut bottlecap it seemed unlikely it was used in days if not longer.<br/>After a brief session of questioning and the man ogling her curves, the inevitable ultimatum came as well.<br/>"If we find you're a deserter or that armor is fake or stolen, you'll be executed in the morning. If you really are with the Imperial Army, here by yourself well... then that's your business, we'll let you go at dawn. Either way, I think I kind of want you to beg me to fuck you and take it however myself and the boys like it. Your friend will have fun with the prisoners and will share your fate unless she has something incriminating. If course if you are less than cooperative, we can always find something illegal along your possessions, or some proof of your guilt."<br/>He smiled like the gutter rat she suspected him to be.<br/>"Refusing a direct order of authority in this city is a crime. You'll be given plenty of orders all night sweety, so I suggest playing along with the expected 'yes sir' when you're told to do something. Otherwise, you and your friend might just become criminals in Anfaigh. Now, first off why don't we try it out? I want to see those huge teats, so bare them for me will you?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Meanwhile, Ember was escorted into the dungeons, where a series of cells were separated by stonework walls. Each of the cells had multiple filthy people in it, lying on the floor or against walls, grasping at the metal bars that cut them off from the hallway where the mage was led down, or staring with hopeless eyes at the singular bar-covered slit of a window that let some light, and dust-filled air into the foul smelling place. Even the dry smell of dirt or at times camel dung was more pleasant than some of the odors of the rag-clad rabble that were held here.<br/>Ember was now dragged down towards one of the more crowded cells, with none of her equipment and only her clothing on herself.<br/>"Ye won't be cold here, ye little strumpet." one of her captors said with a nasty grin. The man on her other side reached to her robes, and the two started to try and strip her bare while a third guard was standing and blocking the hallway where they came from. At the same time, the things in the cell before her scuttled to the bars and started to grasp and reach out towards her, moaning and cackling crying "Woman!", "Pussy!", "Aaaaaah gimme!" and other obscenities that roused the rest of the prisoners.<br/>Ember wouldn't be in solitary confinement for a night. She was about to be thrown to these near insane prisoners, more than half a dozen filthy men in the cell she was before.<br/>"Warm yerself with these fuckers will ye? Ye already reek of cum anyway, whore." one of her attackers spat, the biggest of them who was blocking the only apparent escape route laughing at that. At her. "Play nice and ye can walk away in the morn. If ye can walk by then that is."<br/>"If she too feisty, let's give 'er to the thing in the hole." the one with a fiendish grin tugging at her top suggested.