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“Gmnh! Mmph mm gn mnn hnphphnrn!” Larcei struggled and struggled all she did while in the wagon on its way to Ganeishire. The wagon itself was a simple horse drawn one with a white fabric covering it to make a roof, likely to tell witnesses to mind their own business. She bit into the black cloth shoved between her teeth to rip it out herself, but when the cloth was shoved into her mouth initially, she could have very well choked on it. She managed to loosen it a bit, but it was tight inside of her mouth wet with salivia. She struggled against the rope keeping her from escaping or cutting up her foes with one of her many blades. Where did they put those mementos from her mother anyways? That didn’t matter right now, for now, she kept struggling, but yet the ropes wrapped around her chest and arms where her breastplate used to be would not budge. She tried digging her nails into the ropes tying her wrists, but she couldn’t reach them either. Plus she probably couldn’t use her nails as