prisoner
The prisoner was unconscious, one arm stretched above her head, the wrist held in a thick iron
manacle, secured by a chain to keep her from lying down. The other arm laid at her side limply,
broken quite obviously in three places and utterly useless. Her face sported the marks of a fight;
a black eye, several scratches, and a line of blood trailing from the corner of her mouth down her
chin. Her clothing was relatively untouched, but the wings that marked her as a wingcarrier
were broken so horribly that bones popped out at random, their alignment ruined totally,
never to set right, never to allow her to fly again.