She no longer struggled, only gritted her teeth against the pain radiating in her wrist. Better to save her strength for when resistance might prove useful.
For what foul purposes was the elven scout permitted to live? Velatha, even as she was jarred and jostled being carried along by the loathsome creatures, could not help but ponder why they had not gutted her then and there. Unfortunately, any explanation she could concoct left her contemplating how she could take her own life before their plans could be fulfilled.