Panne taken away to be sold (Patreon)

A small group of ex-Grimleal members left the cult for good. That doesn't mean they're striving for justice, or that they won't use the knowledge and experience they gathered there for their own gains. Word had been running around about the sole survivor of the Taguel race having joined the Shepherds. The fact that it's a female Taguel surely attracted interest from some very twisted minds in the underworld.

Her name is Panne, and, currently, she's strictly tied up in the corner of the bandits' wagon. They followed her when she went to visit her old warren all by herself, to pay respects to the ones that raised her and aren't around anymore. They threw a net at her, rushed to contain her, and used a handkerchief wetted with a sleeping substance to quiet her down.

Next time she opened her eyes, she noticed the sudden change in lighting and environment, and her complete inability to move around or mutter a word. Panne was now ball tied, neatly folded to herself, enveloped by lots and lots and lots of tight rope that prevented her from stretching her body out and from moving around. A stupid amount of cloth inside her mouth, held by even more cloth tied around her face and tightened by even more rope going around her head and jaw, muffles her frenetic attempts at shouting.

Lying sideways, she's sounding plenty angry while she squirms. She sees her captors carrying some heavy crates inside the wagon. They're pushing them in so she ends up enclosed by them in the corner. She's staring angrily at them, while they look back at her. Panne is breathing heavily, shaking her short tail around in stress, and slightly wiggling her feet in small circles, failing to disentangle her big toes that are tied together and being pulled towards her knees.

The cast shadow from the last crate gradually covered her body, and she was now fully cut from sight. The wagon begins its movement, and the wheels going through the rocky path dampen most of her muffled cries for help. Kicking around with her very limited movement doesn't help much in loosening things up, outside of making some rope rubbing noises that only she can hear. No amount of effort is enough to free her tightly bound hands that are stuck and crossed upwards behind her back. The toe tie may look odd, but it does further prevent her from crawling around. She did say where she was going to a few people from her militia group, including its leader Chrom. Her current hope is that someone there worries about her quick enough to come to her in time before things get worse.