by NebulaQueen » Fri Mar 21, 2008 11:51 pm
When Neb first came to, she found herself greeted by the following: confusion, panic, fear and dread. One minute they were standing around the caravan, and the next thing she knew, she was unconscious. Quickly she was upgraded to conscious, in exchange to being bound, separated from her wagon, her merchandise, and her bodyguard- Wait a minute Neb thought, as she caught something - or rather, someone - out of the corner of her eye. She remembered Paul. She didn't know him very well, but she remembered him. He was a good kid. Young, optimistic, a bit naive, but he still had enough sense to make up for it. All he needed was a bit more experience, but, well, people couldn't have everything.
It was a shame what happened to him, but if Neb was completely honest with herself, she didn't feel much more than the gravest sense of grief. She had been too distracted, too busy really, for anything more. That was another regret, but Neb would have to focus on that some other time. She was about to pick her jaw up off the ground and hiss some question or another to him (...Anetta, Neb knew it just had to do with whatever Anetta and Dan were doing earlier...), when she was promptly interrupted by swearing from the woman who helped them in the fight, and a shout from the lovely young knight who had rescued her earlier.
And was further interrupted by the approach of the apparent leader of this group of thugs....who had shattered any hope of her jaw reuniting with the rest of her mouth, when he groped Myrnal and threatened to cut, maim, or just outright murder her.
Well, she thought bitterly, as she clenched her jaw shut, At least we know what sort of "hospitality" to expect. She scowled at no one in particular, and in a deadpan whisper said, "I don't suppose any of you work as a magician in your spare time. Some sleight of hand and an escape artist or two would be wonderful right now."