A soft whimper escaped Mohini's lips as she heard the sounds coming from the next room. She had tried to remain completely silent, forgotten and unnoticed, but her vivid imagination had gotten the better of her. Even if she were not distenined for the Reaver's knife she had heard her captors talking, understood their words, they apparently planned to make her and her fellow captive into Rome's whores. She lowered her head, leting her dark curls fall over her face, hiding the tear that leaked out past her eyes despite her attempts not to be weak.<br/><br/>One of their captors was a woman, her accent was not that of one from the west, it was closer to that of the tribes of asia minor. How could she fight for the Roman enemy? How could she do this to a people so like her own?<br/><br/>Mohini looked about from under the tangles of her hair and tried to study the trio that had been put in charge of the oupost that the bandit lord commanded them to build. Her eyes lingered longest on the one called Anastasius, if she had heard correctly, he would be in charge of herself and the other captives. Apparently, he liked to drink, perhaps she could use that somehow...<br/><br/>For now though, she simply had to bide her time. Wait until she could get somewhere she could do something about her captivity, hopefully somewhere far away from the Reaver and Azuriel...