Aleigha sat in the chair in the middle of the tent, keeping her head hanging. Her wrists were tied, one to each arm of the chair. She felt fortunate that they didn't tie her feet to the chair, also. They took her pocket knife. She was thankful they didn't find her bladed staffs that were hidden in both of her boots.
The man, Steve, was angry at his friend Eric. Steve had found Aleigha at the ravine, but Eric didn't trust her because she hadn't been in the city with the rest of them. He immediately had her detained. She didn't fight back, or they would know she was far more than what she seemed. She needed information, not a bullet in the head.
Steve stood at the opening of the tent, looking out. "You shouldn't be tied up," he told her. "You're human." His voice was hard. It was clear he was more than angry about her situation.
