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[quote][b]Denali (Feb 06, 2005 11:36 a.m.):[/b] Perhaps that had not been the most prudent answer to give. The noblewoman snapped the chain of the necklace, and Malorik had time to do little more than blink before the man hit her again. It was hard enough that she pitched forward, and when her temple impacted with the floor, everything went black. It was dark and then light and then somewhere in between, and the world swam in and out of focus behind her eyes. She could hear talking, some she understood and some she didn't, and the combination of words made her confused. It wasn't until after they had all gone, leaving her alone, that she realized she was back in the cage. Her hands and feet had long since gone numb, but she managed to sit up despite the pain in her head, and tried to take stock of what was happening. There was not much to understand. She was captured, and soon they would do something with her, and Malorik would not like whatever it was. That, at least, was simple enough. The agent's men returned some time later, and she was too despondent to do more than curse half-heartedly at them. They took her from the cage, slung her over a horse, and took her to another place. This one had cages, too. She kicked a little when they tried to lock her up, mostly out of habit, but one of the men slapped her and shut the door in her face anyway. Now another man came, and Malorik was tired of this constant stream of new people to hate. He asked her to put her hands and feet near the cage doors, and she did so obediently, without a word. Surprisingly, he cut the bonds around her ankles, and retied the ones on her wrists more comfortably, so that she could actually feel her fingers again. Then he slid a small bowl with rations through the bars, and left her alone. It was boring in this new place. There were other cages, and other people, but no one was much in a mood to talk with her. She finally managed to pry the information out of one woman that they were here to be sold, and then she stopped asking questions. Sometimes, Malorik decided, it was better to stay silent and not know the answers. A day passed, then two, though it was difficult to tell. Mostly she counted time by the rotation of men who came to bring meals, but it was often irregular and made it hard to determine day or night. All she could rely on was that time was passing, and that held little comfort. Sometime during that second day they brought Devona in. Mal didn't recognize her at first; her head was bowed and she was wearing something new, a long-sleeved shift that covered everything but her face and hands. She was at the door to her cage in an instant, calling Devona's name urgently, but even after the woman was placed in her own cell, she did not look up at her. Mal fell silent. [i]And there dies our last chance of escape.[/i][/quote]
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