[color:#00cccc]I resisted the temptations to free myself from the poorly tied ropes and to pummel my two incompetent captors. Instead, I pretended to be a weak, guileless, unconscious wench. I moaned and groaned from time to time, but mostly just enjoyed the chance to rest and watch the passing scenery out of the corner of my mostly closed eyes.
The cart was traveling at a quick pace, but the road was paved so the ride wasn't too bumpy. Fred would kick me occasionally. I think he liked to see me squirm, so I obliged him. But, Oh!, he's going to pay for it later!
After several hours I decided that it was time to mark the trail somehow, so I "woke up" and asked for a rest stop. My escorts rolled their eyes, but I guess they didn't want to clean up a mess, so they stopped.
It took several minutes of negotiating, and more than a few unsavory suggestions were made before they finally decided to tie a strong rope around my neck and let me walk a short distance into an isolated group of trees to "do my business". I found a large rock and scrawled a message on it.
"2 taking me to
Aganeth. Follow.
Wait for my signal.
DQueene"
Then I spent a few moments concentrating on sending my thoughts to Viper.
My abductors had tugged on the rope several times, giggling and muttering disgusting things. Finally, they didn't just tug, they dragged me out of the trees and into the cart. I put up such a fuss (in a convincingly wimpy and girlish way) that they didn't bother to think about checking to see if I had left any clues of our visit. I was picking brambles, pebbles, grass, and thorns out of my hair and skin for the better part of an hour.
