Kieta could feel the man's shoulder digging into her ribs, but she tried her best to focus on the vibrations to determine their direction. She wasn't as worried about the situation as she should probably have been, but she was thinking about it comparatively. This was quite a bit better than being caught by Otherworld Hunters, but still not good. That, and the men were walking towards water, which was helping to replenish her strength. It didn't make her head feel any better, and she was still feeling weak.
She heard them entering into a tunnel, which made it hard to really pinpoint where the vibrations were leading them... If they were able to escape, it would take some serious concentration to lead them back out of the network of tunnels. After some time and a considerable drop in temperature, they entered a room with considerably more light and tiled floor.
The thud of a body and a groan alerted her to the end of their journey, and soon she, too, was being deposited onto the ground. Her body was contorted awkwardly, her hair covering her face so she couldn't see anything. A hand gripped her hair and yanked her up into a sitting position, her body still paralyzed and numb. Another hand gently moved her hair out of her face, before squeezing her chin in his hand.
A weak whimper came from her strangled throat as she looked into the face of a brutish looking woman, who smiled maliciously at her. "Ah, so this is what the rare and elusive wild elf looks like. Roth told me he'd caught himself one. Looks like you've landed yourself in a bit of a predicament. I don't know how a pretty little thing has found her way under the thumb of that man, but I think he's going to give you to me."
The woman physically lifted her and placed her in a chair, and from her seat she could see as two men lifted and placed Trest into a chair beside her. The woman reached placed her hands on the arms of Trest's chair, leaning forward, "And who do we have here?" She smiled at him, too, an unkind smile spreading across her features. "I believe we haven't been properly introduced, Hawk." She gently slapped his face, patting it. "I am The Bull... And if my sources are correct, and they are, I've heard that you tried to take something that belonged to me. Now, I've let you exist in my city, but now you've angered me."
The Bull took a few steps back so that she was in both of their lines of site, sweeping out her hands. "Now, I'm not without mercy. You two can both work under me, in exchange for your lives. Of course, with some stipulations." She gestured to the Bread Man, and he came forward, shoving their chairs together and tying them down and then together. He then gestured another man forward, who came and stuck needles in both of their necks.
Kieta could feel the feeling begin to return, but slowly, so all she could do to begin with is speak in a hoarse, forced voice, though it was not quite enough to make sense yet. "Whaaht... ah..."