Elle hopped down from the cart behind the horse thief and blonde soldier they had been speaking with earlier, standing in line in front of the dunmer, who she had come to the conclusion was a rather snotty individual. Ulfric Stormcloak himself, the gagged one, stepped up first before walking over to stand near the other prisoners facing the chopping block. The other stormcloak gave his name, Ralof, without much fight and stepped away from them. 

The horse thief however, was not going to go so quietly. He panicked and bolted, yelling something about not dying or whatever before the woman who appeared to be in charge barked, "Archers!" 

The horse thief fell after the guards let their arrows fly, the unfortunate individual falling to the ground, never to move again. 

She had been so intent on watching the scene unfold she hadn't noticed the woman beckon her forward. Elle almost jumped out of her rags when the woman snapped, "I haven't got all day."

The man didn't seem in too much of a hurry, however, and asked, "What's your name, prisoner?"

[color=00B2EE]"Uh, Eilonwy,"[/color] she stuttered, stepping forward, shooting a contempt filled glare at his companion. 

The man checked the list before looking uncertainly at the woman, "Captain, she's not on the list, what do we do?" 

The captain didn't seem too concerned with this in the least bit, so Elle gave her one last loathing glance before standing near Ralof while eyeing the executioner warily. As much as she wanted to follow the thief's example, she decided she was going to die with some dignity and accept it. There was no way out of this, and her magicka was already so depleted, she wouldn't get far at all.


( [s]yah same XDDD[/s] )