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Loraina felt herself jump both times that the door had come open. The first, another prisoner being brought in, she watched surprise rising to her features as the man attempted to fight against his captors. She shuddered in sympathy as the man was thrown brutally, from her view point, to the ground. She watched the others, as they woke one by one, shuddering again at the manner in which they'd come to be held captive. At that thought, she found herself rather thankful that she'd not been taken in the same manner.

As she watched them, she folded her legs underneath her, tucking her skirt in around her again out of habit. Loraina had a bad habit of getting antsy and restless at some of the worst possible moments and this seemed to be one of them. Though obviously standing up and moving around was out of the question, she perked her ears and listened to the going-ons around her. Maybe they knew where they were at, not that it'd do her any real good, but it was a thought.

She'd been on the verge of speaking to the group as a man opened the door and entered the warehouse. She watched the man very closely and listened to what he said and then found her gaze moved around to the warriors around her, chained to the floor in the same fashion that she was. That would truly have to be one of the worst ways to end up a captive, she thought to herself, doing her best to keep her expression as neutral as possible. To be betrayed by some one who should be as close as family.

Loraina couldn't help but jump when one of the chained men spoke out harshly. She studied him for a moment before switching her gaze back to the 'man in charge'. Waiting silently to see where the line of conversation was to lead.