Lulea trudged along, arms bound behind her back, Salamanders flanking her. She glanced side to side trying to get some lay of the land. It was hopeless, however--the sun was simply so... different from what she was used to that trying to figure out where she might be was impossible. She let out a cough.
"So... where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Prisoners don't talk," said a Salamander.
"Orders of Lord Hyperion!" noted another.
"So--you're taking me to Lord Hyperion?" she asked.
One of the Salamanders let out a disgruntled sigh. "You really don't take hints, do you, thingy?"
"I think it's a Sylph!" said the second Salamander who'd spoken.
"Well, it shouldn't be here!" noted another. "And what was it doing with Lady Etain? That was damned suspicious to my mind?"
"We really shouldn't be talking like this," noted the first Salamander. "Might give it ideas."
As the group continued again in silence, Lulea had to admit she was not reassured by what she'd heard in the least.