[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center]

The witch gasped, her eyes widened and her hands flew to her throat. Her feet kicked uselessly in the air and her face began to turn a shade of red. The man began to monologue, fear and adrenaline muted his words. As she tried to breathe, she make throaty, throttled noises. She looked at him, her face twisted into fear, anger, defiance, and an almost imperceptible smugness within a cocked eyebrow. Thoughts came and went, but one particularly satisfying came into focus. 'Knew it.' Still, it was fleeting comfort.

Eventually, he saw fit to release her, and tossed her like a ragdoll out the front door. Rough hands came into contact with her as she was caught by a goon of some kind standing in the door. Pushing herself off of him and staggering outside, she quickly gathered up the weapons that he threw after her. Fucking pig, she thought to herself, breathing in deep.

[color=c4df9b]"You're wrong,"[/color] she murmered quietly in Pruulish. [color=c4df9b]"Xandar Markov, you are like every single man I've ever met."[/color] She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve and composed herself. Clearing her throat, Dareen straightened her back and was on her feet as Xander stepped out the Winged Boar. Her eyes were narrowed and her posture was tense. Okay, Xandy. I'll play along. Still, she was having day dreams of gutting him in his sleep already. But best not to act on it, now. Bafoonish as he was, a proud Warlord Prince's ire was nothing to be scoffed at.

[color=c4df9b]"Fly?"[/color] She leaned to get a look at the man behind Xandar, and followed his fingers to the far away building. Of course. Fast as it was, being picked up and carried was one of the most vulnerable and defenseless positions one could be in. Just as bad as being chained up or imprisoned. She didn't trust these people as far as she could throw them. But of course, Dareen was no longer protesting. She was still acting confident but Xandar had effeciently cowed her into following his lead. One good thing is that she probably wasn't being coerced into some dark alley-way to be jumped by some mugs. That place up there looked quite important. 

[color=c4df9b]"Shouldn't we wait until the rain passes?" [/color]She said, concern in her voice. She'd never been flown anywhere before. If winged wonder got zapped with lightning, they'd all come crashing down. It was looking like Dareen had less and less of a choice.