...The brigand had fallen asleep. Unabashedly, he'd conked his head back against Buffy's shoulder and had started snoring. Unfortunately, neither tightening nor loosening the gag seemed to help in that regard. And by sundown, she too wanted to drift off into a nap. The narrow forest path brought only tree after tree; occasionally a squirrel jetted past. At least her side was as good as mended -- she could feel the stiff stretch of new skin. It was slightly dry and irritated, but it didn't hurt like it had before.
Tyrion's horse was urged to plod on until torchlight winked into existence along their flanks. "Someone's out there," she announced to the rustling branches. "It's cool. I get it. CCTV cameras are everywhere." She pulled on the reins and brought the plodding to a stop.
And then the Slayer did a stupid thing. But at least this time, the stupidity was purposeful. She hauled her hostage off the horse and released him to his compatriots -- she had no love for the prospect of holding him ransom for someone else. Likely, in a world like this, the Brotherhood wouldn't even care about this guy. Rather than try anything fancy or even attempt to negotiate, she allowed herself to be taken.
She allowed herself to be marched -- at arrow point -- into a quiet little camp. Tyrion was nowhere to be seen, but neither was there an identifiable leader. There was a man who called himself Lem, and Buffy was brought before him. Because -- according to the man himself -- our Mother Merciless is otherwise indisposed at this time.
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Tyrion's horse was urged to plod on until torchlight winked into existence along their flanks. "Someone's out there," she announced to the rustling branches. "It's cool. I get it. CCTV cameras are everywhere." She pulled on the reins and brought the plodding to a stop.
And then the Slayer did a stupid thing. But at least this time, the stupidity was purposeful. She hauled her hostage off the horse and released him to his compatriots -- she had no love for the prospect of holding him ransom for someone else. Likely, in a world like this, the Brotherhood wouldn't even care about this guy. Rather than try anything fancy or even attempt to negotiate, she allowed herself to be taken.
She allowed herself to be marched -- at arrow point -- into a quiet little camp. Tyrion was nowhere to be seen, but neither was there an identifiable leader. There was a man who called himself Lem, and Buffy was brought before him. Because -- according to the man himself -- our Mother Merciless is otherwise indisposed at this time.