The forest air was cold tonight, with nothing but what heat was given off by the bandits campfire and carried by the light breeze to wash over her chilled cheeks and face. They'd found a small clearing off the main road, and sadly for her, chose to now raid all of her belongings at their leisure. It was bad enough she was broke from not being able to find work, but now they were eating what little food she had left, and pocketing anything she had of value, which wasn't much. "Come on guys.. Can't you cut a girl a break?" Came the pleading tone of a young woman bound in magic sealing ties and strung up a tree. She was young, maybe around the age of 22 with tan skin and stark white hair that hung about her shoulders with two black tips on either side of her jaw. The woman's brows were furrowed into a pathetic grimace as the bandits were rummaging through her things on the ground below. About 5 or 6 of them in total with one fairly thin and lanky male keeping one steady eye on their "catch". The male watched the woman dangling from the tree and couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. "So You're it, huh?" He asked, switching his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other and standing a little closer. "Might as well stop struggling, Mage-Slayer. There's no escaping my binding spell, and so long as we keep this.." He paused to turn slightly to the side, taking up a large scabbard from the ground that he had to struggle with both hands to lift and show her. "...Little ...toy of yours!" and he dropped it at his feet with a slight huff and a shrug. "You aint going nowhere. Kinda funny, eh?" "What's the matter? Not used to handling a REAL weapon? Are your girly arms not strong enough to lift a simple blade?" Ila sneered, but her air of cockiness faded quickly as the robes binding her tightened so much she could almost feel her arms about to break and ribs threatening to collapse in on her lungs. She found it painfully hard to breathe and so started gasping and straining to keep her chest able to expand just enough to steal quick breaths. "B-bastard!" The man gave a cold grin and dragged the blade over to the tree once more, kicking back. "Shut your mouth, Mage-slayer.. "