Natacia didn't expect her words to have an effect on these savage goblins, and she finds how right she is as she's shot down by the brutish shaman and then dragged off to the altar by several of her goblin captors, crying out slightly at her rough treatment at their hands. Or at least she thinks she's being treated roughly until the shaman gives the second order, and she finds herself rather harshly divested of her gear, possessions, then clothing and her dignity, her muffled cries and squeals of protest filling the air as she feels her body touched and poked in ways it has never been touched before, not very pleasant at all for the young priestess. After enduring this for a bit she finds herself 'free' once again, shivering and naked , shame and humiliation welling in her chest as the shaman tosses the dagger to her. She stares at it dumbly, taking a moment to truly digest what the shaman has told her to do. A small gasp escapes her, and she shakes her head "I-I can't..I won't." she steels her resolve, mentally preparing herself for the worst "I won't do it." she says more forcefully.<br/><br/>(Unfortunately being good and pure isn't a strong survival trait, but...gotta play the character)