Heidra looked fixedly at the events unfolding in front of her. Clearly escape was out of the question, and in this case not even desirable. She knew she had to stitch herself together and she doubted she would receive any assistance from the villagers. The lower classes did not tend to behave amiably toward the undead. In any case, if this half-elf had encountered a dragon, then it was possible she could get both the artifact for the cultists and a potential ally. Events outpaced her, however, as she was eventually slung on top of a horse and carried along toward the Goldenblade camp.
"You fight well," she croaked to the wounded Alexander, as she coughed out some dirt from the road. "Now I would be obliged if you would help me up, sir, and unloosed my bonds. Some of my property is in that caravan, and I would be grateful if it is returned to me."