Tracyn dipped her head submissively, but muttered something dark under her breath as she turned away from the council and went to her bound, blindfolded and gagged prisoner. Drali gave a snort and shifted on her feet; feeling the unease and anger of her rider as the woman approached and grabbed the man by his wrist bindings.
"Your fate's decided, walk," she growled to him as she yanked him onto his head and led him to Drali. The Rathril lowered her head and grabbed at the bindings Tracyn held, picking the man up and laying him across her back as if he were a saddle bag. Silas hissed and groaned as his shoulder's threatened to dislocate under his own weight, grumbling when he came to rest on top of scales once more.
"A firing squad would be kinder than this." He could only imagine the look on the woman's face, she must be loving every minute of this. "You savages were never worth my time..."
"You have no idea what's in store...you should have requested to be fed to Drali," she replied dryly before the trio set off towards the heart of the desert, leaving the council to murmur amongst themselves.