"You will pay for what you have done!" Castitas sobbed as she kicked and screamed, managing to crawl off the back of an ox which she was repeatedly put back onto. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?!" She struggled before the one woman looked back at her, sending chills down the Priestess's spine. "You may call me Umbra, if you wish, or if it pleases you; call me Mistress." She gave a sultry smile, gesturing to one of her henchmen. "For you are no better than a dying dog awaiting it's unchangeable fate." One of the savages grasped Castitas' hair, lifting her up that way. She screeched in pain, clawing at the one holding her. Umbra was growing tired, giving a final order to the henchman. "Shut her up!" One swift hit and the Priestess was knocked unconscious. "Hn, I nearly thought it wasn't possible to quiet the whore. Well done." Umbra and her followers built a camp when the sun started to set, though guards remained awake, guarding the Priestess who was shoved in a small wooden cage, the guards had eventually fallen asleep near the cage, occasionally jerking half awake to the slightest chirp in the night.