Take the chance

You don't know who these people are, but the chances of you encountering anyone else all the way out here are incredibly slim. Without any supplies of your own, your chances out here by yourself aren't great. You set down your water skin to free up both hands to cover yourself before you step forward.

With your right hand between your legs and your left arm covering your breasts, you step out in front of the lead soldier. You're about to ask for help when he freezes and locks eyes with you, yelling at the top of his lungs, "HALT!"

You do so without question - he's the one with all the weapons and armor, after all. All the other soldiers circle around you until you have five spears pointing directly at your neck. The remaining soldiers march around behind you, grabbing you by the wrists and shackling them together behind your back. Two of them remain behind you, holding you in place by the elbows, as one of the soldiers in front of you steps aside and lets their commander through.

She smirks as she steps up to you, commenting to her men, "Good work, everyone. It looks like this mission turned out easier than anticipated." Without taking her eyes off of you, she holds her hand out to her side. The teenage porter immediately steps up and places something in her hand before retreating out of view again. You can't get a good view of what it is in her hand but you soon find out as she reaches both hands behind your head to secure it. She's locked a gag on you, with a large wooden ball between your teeth, forcing your jaw open. "That should prevent you from casting your foul magicks," she muses to you.

You wish you could ask her what in the world she's talking about, but you can't say anything with the gag in, and you don't think she will let you speak any time soon. You still vocalize at her, only able to let out a pitiful groan, trying to somehow get across to her that whoever they're looking for, they have the wrong person.

That only garners another smirk from the officer and a few chuckles from the soldiers. At that point you feel something on your left thigh. Looking down, you see one of the soldiers tying a thick cloth around your thigh. The cloth has an intricate pattern on it, and though you cannot read the runes inscribed in the design you recognize them as some sort of magic imbued into the fabric.

"Preparations complete, Captain!" one of the soldiers announces as he salutes the officer. "Shall we begin heading back?" he then asks her.

"Yes," she confirms. "With this good fortune, we should get back to camp with plenty of daylight left," she adds as she turns around, surveying the route they just took. As the soldiers reorganize to march back, you wonder if now would be the chance to run away but quickly decide against it. Not only do they greatly outnumber you but in this rough terrain your speed will be greatly reduced with your arms restrained behind you.