Some time later...

Leah woke up looking at a barred ceiling, and her mouth being **** open. She immediately began to struggle but found her body unresponsive as her eyes slowly focused on the hand pulling her mouth open and feeding her a vial of blue liquid she realised it was not one of the men who last she remembered had been **** her but the petite thief who she had last seen being carried away by Grod.

Finally having a closer look at her the girl, Leah noticed several things firstly her eyes had an unnatural tint of red to them and seemed to be gently flickering like a candle and secondly she had an intricate serious of lashes and rope burns stretching across her body.

"Are you awake?" the girl asked feeding the last of the blue vial "This vial they gave me, should have returned you to your senses"

Leah gave a small nod, her entire body feeling numb and hard to move as if she was moving through a very thick syrup that had currently stuck her in place.

"Try and keep still, feeling will return in a minute. The aftermath of the puppet spell can cause chaos on your body" The girl explained to Leah "also don't worry your clean, they made sure to spray you down after they were done"

"Where..." Leah weakly stuttered, inwardly cursing herself over the fact that this was enough to knock her near dead, helplessly in the arms of a small girl, she was meant to be a warrior, the Dragonborn, the hero of Skyrim. Now she just wished she could be stronger.

"They left, to go look for more travellers to rob... Only the one called Grod is still here" the girl shivered remembering something that had clearly been rough on her.

"You can call me, Thief, its what they call me and it fits seeing as my actual name is far more degrading" The girl calling herself Thief said while looking cautiously toward the cave entrance.

"Leah..." Was all she could say before she felt a pain in her forehead as she passed out once again.