To Nathalie's surprise, she was still inside a caravan that took them all as hostages as she thought they would've been better dragged by the tail of the monstrous basilisks that moved the vehicle they were in.
The ride was the worst she had ever taken since she got to this world, with rumbles and racket sounds on the wheels turning and the blatant timber flooring of what they were occupying wasn't comfortable at least.
All of them were cuffed behind their backs, with a rope that restricted their magical powers.
Albeit hers got tied by the front, and she tried to break free from it; but the more she resisted, the tighter its bindings and eventually drained them.
She was more or less familiar with this magical item used by rogues and bandits, and this was a strong one to dispel for the most part. Which then, she couldn't help but tinker a tad bit with a little experiment like the intrigued lady that she was then.
