After Nimue surrendered, Isaac strode into the city of Cateran, gripping her arms firmly behind her back, making it abundantly clear to all that she was his hostage.
Nimue's people reacted with surprise, though not as much as Isaac had expected. He had anticipated cries of outrage, despair—perhaps even resistance. Instead, their expressions were subdued, more measured than he would have liked. Did they trust Nimue that much? Or had they been prepared for this outcome all along? Either way, Isaac knew better than to let his guard down.
"Gather all of her soldiers in one place and separate the civilians," he ordered. "Check for any wounded, collect as much testimony as possible."
His men responded without hesitation, scattering like well-trained shadows to carry out his orders.
"You're still so wary after I surrendered, Isaac Crawford? You're going to break my heart," Nimue said as she feigned a pout.
