Evellyn gets the upper hand

Isabel takes Evellyn into the tent. The interior is made cosy with carpets across the grass floor and gilded furniture, and there are a number of chests and sidetables made of a black metal. The sunlight falling through the canvas throws everything into a faintly red hue.

Isabel rummages around the tent, opening some of the chests and looking for items, before returning to Evellyn. She starts messing with the ropes tying her hands behind her back, and adjusting them in order to get her arms into a different position. Evellyn bides her time, halting herself from acting before her opportunity has arisen. Finally, in a careless moment, Isabel does not have a firm grip on Evellyn’s wrists as she’s redoing the ropework, and the naked knight strikes. She wrenches free and in one motion swiftly turns, pulls at Isabel’s arm to spin her around and holds her in a tight grip, covering her mouth with her other hand. Isabel struggles but Evellyn prevents her from calling for help and manages to put her into a lock. Evellyn loosens the gag from her mouth. ”No shouting, or I’ll start squeezing your throat,” she threatens. Isabel goes slack as she gives a timid nod.