Caius always hated having to be the one to administer a trial, the entire process required to much work; you'd have to kidnap four people in a short amount of time and drag them all to the middle of the swamp in Hjaalmarch trough the divines know what. Kidnapping was always such a drag; if you kill someone it's over in a second, but kidnapping that takes a lot more time and a lot more effort. You have to find them, catch them off guard, knock them out one way or another without killing them and then drag them off without being spotted. So much work, such a small reward. The entire process was repeated again and again in Caius his mind as he complained to himself about it silently. At least it was almost over, the young woman on his shoulder was the last one he had to acquire that night. What was her name again? Clara? Clarra? Ciarra! Yes that was it. he questioned to himself as he failed to notice where he was walking and stepped straight in a pile of chaurus dung right outside the door to the abandoned shack. "Oh, bugger me. I fucking hate quagmires." As he entered the door his other three victims had already gained consciousness and were pointlessly struggling to free themselves from their binds. The moment they realised he had returned they became silent and still, a wise choice considering the last time they didn't shut up he knocked them all out again. Caius moved over to the bed and dropped the limp girl down on top of it before stepping over to the chest right next to it and sitting down waiting for the moment she awoke.