Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141106214124

Jane soon lost consciousness and fell limp in the bandit's arms, Damasus smiled as he did so, finding himself happy that everything went to plan. He slowly folded the hankerchief over and slotted it in his pocket before he gestured, with his hand and ordered all of the bandits to march at once.

A few stopped to kick, spit on and stand on the unconscious Breton as he lay in the middle of the road. Nobody bothered to notify the healers about his condition and he was just left to die.

Jane was taken back to Damasus' mansion, where the Imperial would deal with her personally.

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Jane was placed on a long chair, which was incredibly comfortable and obviously meant for people to sleep on as well as sit in. She was in Damasus' office, her weapons and equipment, along with her coat had been taken but other than that, she wasn't restrained, bound or, from the looks of it, harmed...