Her hands and legs were bound tightly by black stained rope, they didn't let her stand instead they dragged her bashing along the ground probably hoping the rocks would tenderize the meat, Harried thought to herself as she bashed again off another hidden object beneath the soil, she knew one thing and that was that the orcs don't take prisoners of war, no they either eat or enslave them, she hoped for neither and started to look for her route to escape, at the same time the orcs argued over when they could eat her, one of them remarking that they could once he was done with her.

"So this is it then, I will be play thing to a filthy orc then be chopped up and served as a meal..." She continued to whisper. "Is this how the heavens planned my end?.." Her heart didn't want to accept that she wasn't destined for anything more, but as remorse nearly consumed her the orcs thirst for blood and war caused them to hank hard on the rope, the rope was made with unskilled hands and began to tear, Harriet felt it loosen, perhaps the gods had heard her prayers for a life of meaning and felt right to grant it, nevertheless she would use this weakened rope to her advantage at the right time, they rushed towards the conflict without fear of death.