In a cage, shackled to several other prisoners.

With her head still ringing from the blow, Talia slowly pried herself toward consciousness. Rolling over, she could immediately feel that she no longer wore the hard metallic scales. Instead, she wore only the soft, form-fitting padded cloth bodysuit which normally was the inner most layer of her battle dress. Running her hand against her head, she felt her long silky blonde braids instead of the hard helmet she expected. The knowledge she had been **** for that long sent a chill down her spine.

Talia managed to **** her eyes open; what she saw confirmed her worst fears. She was laying in a huge wooden cage, easily large enough to hold 20 people. It was totally dark except for the flicker of firelight, meaning it must have been several hours at least since she had been knocked ****.

Realising that laying in the fetal position was unbecoming for the sole heir of the royal family, Talia struggled to sit in a dignified manner. When she tried to move she found her foot constrained. A thick metal shackle was fastened around her slender ankle. "Damn it!" She hissed between gritted teeth. She felt a cold pit in the center of her stomach; if the cuff was made of iron it would be able to block her magical powers. In an instant she flicked her fingers to conjuer a light... only for nothing to happen.

The shadows next to her stirred, and Talia realized that her own binds were connected by a chain to these newcomers. As she raised her hands to confront them, she heard a soft voice.

"Your majesty! I was so worried!" Scooting forward into the lights of the campfires around them was a familiar face.

Sitting in front of the princess was a young serving girl from the royal household. Her porcelain skin was even fairer than Talia's pale complexion, which contrasted with her back length black hair and deep brown eyes. With large, heavy breasts, and wide hips she was extremely volumptous for an elf woman. "Cynthia! How did you get here?" Talia whispered out.

With tears evident in her eyes, the beautiful elf trembled. "T-they caught me trying to make it out the south gate. A big group of Orcs, they were... they were just killing and ****! It was terrible. But they didn't touch me princess. I heard some of them talking, talking in the human tongue though my lady. They said they had been ordered not to touch me... because it would make me more valuable!"

The servant had always been as good a friend to her as a servant can be to a princess, and she might have valuable information. Talia could also see several more prisoners chained to Cynthia, it might be useful to find out about them. The area immediately outside the cage also looked oddly familiar. She could also have tested her binds to see about the possibility of escape. Armed with the knowledge that they are to be sold or traded, the princess must decide on what to do.