"Damn pain in the ass to track," another soldier muttered, pulling out a set of energy bracers—the kind used to suppress magical abilities in prisoners.
"Should've just come quietly. Would've saved everyone a lot of trouble."
They snapped the bracers onto her wrists, and Jorghan saw the way her body went slack as whatever power she possessed was forcibly contained.
Then the lead soldier grabbed her by her hair, lifting her partially off the ground in a grip that made her whimper with pain.
"Let's get this bitch back to the compound," he said.
"Command's been waiting long enough."
"Careful with her. Our lord would kill you if you let a scratch on her face."
"Don't worry, there are a lot of healers who can heal this pretty face," the former said as he held her face.
They dragged her through the street like a carcass, her limp body scraping against the stones, each jolt tearing skin from bone. She was too weak to lift her head, too broken to even stumble properly.
