The Rangers

It had been a quick ride, Furley's horse, Calista, responding to his need for urgency, and he had almost clattered into the commotion on the road north, before stopping and doubling back, finally skirting round the tree-line, out of sight from the group. 

Furley had his armour on, including his helmet strapped tight, and an expression mixed between a growl and sheer panic. Still, he kept his composure, as he held the horse's reins, ready to jump into the saddle, and had his sword loosened in its sheath. 

She is not to be touched or harmed more than is necessary to be made tractable. She will be taken north as soon as is practicable, and so will any of your people who behaved inappropriately. She is the property of the Iron Crown, and we expect you to treat her accordingly.

Encourage her to think that cooperation will save her, though we do not think it will give anything. Women of this sort can be quite stubborn. Do not try harsher tacks - that is for us to decide, not you. We will have everything we want from her, one way or another, if there is anything she can give us.