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[quote][b]Denali (Feb 05, 2005 05:26 p.m.):[/b] Malorik had resigned herself to whatever was going to happen to them now, but that didn't mean she was simply going to go along quietly. She struggled as best she could, even bound hand and foot, and cursed the mercenary captain in every language she knew as he turned them over for the bounty. Two of the men dumped them on the floor in the agent's office, and she was busy glaring at him when she noticed the box on his desk. It took a moment before she realized what it was, and then her eyes grew wide. It was [i]her[/i] box; at least, it looked exactly like the one Varn had given her to run, but that didn't make any sense at all. The battle had been too brief for the mercenaries to search through everything on the caravan, and even then they probably wouldn't have found it. She had hidden it too well. Then she remembered the long period of time before the fighting had begun, when Cale retreated to his camel before returning to the mercenaries, and-- The captain's voice interrupted her train of thought, and her attention snapped back to him. He took the pouches of money from off the agent's desk, and walked out without even so much as a glance at her. She forgot about the box in her renewed tirade, but he did not notice, and soon she was left with Devona and the agent. Devona said nothing, and the agent seemed wholy uninterested in them. It wasn't more than a few minutes before two men entered the office, and the agent directed them to carry her and the other woman into a back room. She fought them too, cursing even louder, but they just put them in a wicker cage and locked it before leaving. "Bound and locked in a cage, we are," she noted furiously, kicking her feet against the side of the cage. "This is a very fine plan for escape indeed."[/quote]
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