Daughters of the Land

XIII.| Uta

"This way girl, we're nearly 'ere!".

Nukula's arms burned from the grip Plois had on her and her feet sore from the walk up from the jagged rocks, that sunk deeper thanks to her sodden shoes. Half a mile or so up, she noticed torch flames dancing in near distance to where a large red pavilion stood.

Drapes of vermillion fabric fluttered in the light breeze and banners hung proudly on either side of the entrance; a grey mountain atop a plain blue with a bloodish U initial elucidated the Utan emblem. I am indeed in a foreign land and that of my foes, she thought. Her stride through the pavilion was in absolute silent as was the prior, though this time her insides twisted with every slumped step, as she neared her destination, which she had pinpointed ahead.

As expected, the hooded girl was brought to face a group of men, one of whom she had seemingly scared off earlier. In similar attire to the man Plois referred to as Baron E, the two new faces seemed engrossed in a game of whispers with Baron Eyowrmia, who still appeared agitated by what he had seen down below.

"Ah for fuck's sake man, why'd you go and get ye lil prig? I said I could 'andle it didn't I?!", Plois spat with a halt. All three men raised their heads and scrutinised the offensive man. Baron Eyowrmia gulped in attempts to quench his fear away, whilst taking a step back for his own comfort. Nukula watched the man before averting her eyes to the two in front. The tallest strode forward for a glance in confidence, all the while guarding his hilt with his fingers.

"Nice to see you too Plois", he said, though his expressions looked doubtful of both his remark and the little he could see of her.

Plois dug his dirty nails into the girls arms, whether intentionally or not, it resulted in a small squeal, "You're hurting-".

Plois shook her violently, his demeanour different from before, though still nasty. "Do it look like I give a monkeys ass if I'm 'urting 'ee?! Filthy Zicoto scum!".

The room watched on for a moment until the man continued to address Plois, which put a stop to his moment of fury.

"That's quite enough. I can take it from here".

Plois raised his brows in disbelief at the younger man, and as sarcastic as ever, relayed his thoughts through Nukula for humorous scenes he so enjoyed to deliver. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. Uh 'ow can I put this- sard off you lil-".

"That is enough. Plois. Don't you dare, I'm warning you", said the other man, who finally left Baron Eyowrmia to squirm alone.

Surprisingly, Plois did as he were told, though it was futile in attempts of releasing Nukula from the pain she recurred. "What's the matter brotha', don't tell me you be feeling sorry for this bitch?", he asked.

The man frowned, "It's Baron Pann and no, I don't, but that doesn't mean you go around taunting our prisoners", he straightened out his worn-down robe and glimpsed at the hooded woman. "Now, do as you're told and hand the girl over to my guards-".

"No. I found 'er I'll take her, broth-thaa", replied Plois.

Unimpressed and shown up by his younger brothers actions, Baron Pann grew a little red in the face. "You will do no such thing- and have a little respect when you speak to me and to brother Castoron, for that matter", he hissed before calling upon his guards, who made their way over to Nukula.