Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-12599067-20150218023816

If Valuril hadn't been unarmored and she didn't feel so unsteady, it was likely she might've tried to fight back. But, unfortunately, she was dressed in nothing but prisoner's rags and her head spun when she was dragged to her feet, so she was forced into compliance... for now. She did have to be half-carried to the mines, though.

Once she was at the mines, the guard who dragged her there more or less dumped her on the ground and promptly stalked off, leaving her to her to pick herself up and get to work with everyone else. After a moment, Valuril shakily got onto her feet, found a pickaxe, and eventually set to work alongside everyone else.

Morrigan, who was working nearby, winced in sympathy for the poor woman as she was mercilessly dropped and put to work. The moment one of the guards started looking her way, however, she went back to work as if nothing had ever happened.