The assassin was entirely unresistant. She didn't attempt to resist as her body was searched, and the bolts for her crossbow were removed from within her clothing. She didn't attempt to stop the knight from removing the covering over her head, exposing her soft-featured, pale face to the world. Of course, just as had been stated, the diminutive killer was a Nem. There was no mistaking her for anything else. Her long, black hair fell over her back as her hood was removed, though a scarf was wrapped around her neck. A rather large number of knives, too, were removed from her clothing, some made for throwing and others for wielding normally. Though a few seemed more like a shortsword then a knife to such a small individual.

Throughout it all, the assassin didn't attempt to resist whatsoever. After all, what was the point?

Even as she hit the ground, the knight over her, kneeling down on her, the assassin didn't make a sound. It hurt, of course, but, well... she'd failed. She felt the tip of the sword against her neck, and realized that from this position, she couldn't show it to the knight who was interrogating her. The assassin realized that she may very well be about to die because of this.

She shut her eyes. Given how badly she had failed, perhaps she deserved it.

And still, the assassin didn't make a sound. In fact, she hadn't made a single sound, aside from the sound of her breathing, since she'd first appeared...