I was shoved on my front onto the floor and could feel a strong muscular form on my back expertly pining me down so I couldn't move. Soft hands placed...a blindfold around my eyes, tying it securely at the back of my head and this was soon followed by a gag which was secured firmly in place. I was dragged to what I can only thing was one of the arm chairs positioned in the corner of the room and then bound by my arms and legs to it, I wriggled but couldn't move, I was helpless I sat in silence. For the first time in a long time he took his eyes off of the monster and looked around. There stood a beautiful bard strumming away, but when she started to sing he thought heaven had come down to him. Looking down he noticed that his wounds were healing, he could stand again though he’d been down on his knees for a long time.He could see that the monster was getting weaker. It would only retreat so far, and though the warriors were fighting valiantly they could only push it so far. However,. Leaving aside the omnipresent smog, the skies had generally been comparatively clear. Occasional rainshowers temporarily drove the humans under the pavilion's cover, or made them wish they were there—a particularly drenching downpour woke Meiersdottir and Igwanda in the middle of one night's sleep too far away from the pavilion to make it worth while retreating and left them with sodden sleeping gear and clothing—but for the most part it was clement enough that shelter was seldom needed.Their. Someone took them,” Liam muttered. “Maybe Indians stole them,” Matthew suggested. Liam shook his head. “It’s not unheard of for Indians to steal an ox for food, but I can’t see them taking nine. They usually wouldn’t take more than they could use.” Liam crouched down to examine the ground. The rain combined with the slush had turned the surface into a sloppy mess, but he hoped there would be signs they could follow. They needed those oxen back or they would have to abandon one of the wagons..