The two men were silent as they moved about the camp with haste, carrying between them a weary looking woman.
Held on either side by the burly guards- one quite tall, the other a bit on the short side- her feet dragged through the soil, head hanging limp and swaying on either side. A small amount of blood drained from her temple. Her clothes were ragged and hung loosely from her thin body, obvious signs of a peasant or traveler. Her carriers grunted with fatigue, as darkness closed in around them, hanging on the edges of the campfire. They approached three horses bound outside an ornate but modest, circular tent, lit from the inside by candles and held by a pole through the middle.
The woman mumbled incoherently before the guards carried her within the rosy tent, their swords at their hips brushing away the tent flaps, which only swallowed them once again. With a final effort, they sat her against the pole, grabbed a nearby coil of rope, and began to bind her.
Bartholomew, the taller one, noticed the grimace on his partner's face. He understood, for he felt the same. "It would have died sooner or later," he muttered, trying to reassure his friend and himself. He called the woman 'it'- like a cattle or a chicken. That's all she was now. "There isn't another town for miles, and she hasn't got any money anyway."
The other, Cargan, nodded curtly. "Yeah," he breathed. Still, he was the one who had seen the suprise on this woman's face when he knocked her unconscious; and he knew what would become of her in a minute's time.
Satsified that she was tightly bound, the two rose. A third man, his height somewhere right in between the two others, entered the tent silently- though his friends could sense him there. The candles darkened, and the man, his eyes like ice, watched the woman with a strange hunger. The rest of his face was hidden from a dark scarf.
"We'll be out hunting, Lord Galanus," said Bartholomew shortly. The guards turned on heel and left the tent, leaving the cold man and the woman alone.
The man knelt infront of the woman, sniffing cautiously at her. Weary and dazed, she looked into his eyes, and the frighteningly pale skin around them. Slowly, she began to stir, writhing in her bounds and kicking her feet. Galanus grabbed one leg and forced it to the ground with a satisfying snap.
"You smell.. delicious."
The woman screamed.