The Countess Heidra va Rastenbruck tugged at the bonds tying her hands behind her back as the caravan lurched forward. She had been careless: stealing an artifact from a mere trade caravan under the noses of a few degenerate Ironbanes seemed an open and shut job. Things didn't go as planned: one panicked shout had an entire squadron of heavily armored guards breathing down her neck. Air blew into the holes and scars that the Ironbane swords had torn into her body before they realized she was an undead. Why they decided to capture her she could not yet guess--but it wasn't her intention to find out. 

They had taken away her mask and cloak, leaving the flies to buzz at her skin. All of a sudden, as the caravan approached a village a war cry came up and an arrow flew into the cart driver's brain. Taking advantage of the distraction, she burst out from under the boxes heaped on top of her, dashing desperately for cover.