Belinda: Breaktime During Travel

The lieutenant stretches her legs in the afternoon sun. She doesn't need it anymore, but it was more habit from the old days than anything else. She had just checked in on the chained-down Markonath - long story short, he is less than pleased with being **** onto a wagon and locked up tight all day - and is now meeting back up with the other members of Monsquad.

"-and she should be absolutely beautiful!" Belinda could hear Essraya's voice carry between the carts. It wasn't difficult, since there were only five: the leading cart was Monsquad all chained up, aside from Demona and Markonath, who had the two carts behind that for themselves, and Bel, who was trusted enough not to run off or fight. The fourth cart was Captain Roger and his personal squad, along with some additional guards who had 'gotten flowered', and the cart behind them was extra equipment, such as weapons, armor, and training dummies, even with some for Belinda, once they arrived.

"How could you even tell if she was so weak and wilted?" Susan asks.

Bel can now see Essraya's almost-deadpan stare. "I am a verdure, you know. I have a sense for these things." She makes eye contact with the undead. "Bel! How are things with Markonath?"

Belinda pulls her head off and rests it on the side of the cart. "Upset, but he'll manage. Are you all okay?" She glances to everyone's hands and feet. Susan and Eric are both in regular human restraints of handcuffs and anklecuffs tied together with chains. Xerxes is similar, but since he has hooves instead of feet, they're tied together with more chains. Essraya has the most restriction, with her entire torso wrapped in a layer of cloth and, you guessed it, more chains.

The minotaur huffs through his nostrils. "How much longer? I'm starting to chafe."

Essraya nonchalantly reaches a vine out from under her bindings and pats Xerxes on the head as her own rests on his shoulder. "Chin up. I'm sure it's only a few more hours."

Belinda nods. "We should be halfway there. Once we enter Riverbend, you'll be allowed to move freely. Ess, Xerxes, you'll need guards with you, but you'll be free to move around town."

Xerxes huffs again as Essraya continues to pat him. "Don't worry about him. He's just grumpy that our 'freedom' is tied to an escort."

"If you don't want guards following you, then you'll need to prove yourselves."

Eric raises a finger. "W-why aren't...you in chains, like us?"

"She was human, once." Everyone looks toward the back of the caravan, seeing Captain Roger stride up. "And unlike you, she remained loyal to her people." The captain, face slightly obscured by their helmet, turns to Belinda. "Lieutenant...we're leaving now. Lead the way." They turn around and make their way back to their cart.

Belinda reattaches her head before climbing up the front of the wagon. To Riverbend...to work under 'Captain' Dusk... She grabs the reins and lightly whips them.