The creatures just stood in silence, either not understanding her question of not caring. Regardless of the answer they flanked her again, taking her arms and forcing her back towards the hut. To their credit they kept a steady, slow pace as to not drag her aloung but they their grip was still vice-like with their strength.
Back inside it appeared as though someone or something had taken the time to clean the hut since their battle. While the door was still missing but the broken wood had been gathered up and left out side in a pile and a piece of cloth placed over the frame. The inside had been cleaned of the creatures corpse and some of the blood, though the wooden floorboards still held a stain from where she had originally "killed" it. Her weapon was no where to be seen. Even the sorcerers dinner had been cleaned up, leaving nothing but the table, chairs, fireplace, and a bookshelf. There was a locked door on the he other side of the wall with no sounds coming from the other side. The whole place was eerily quite.
The creatures remained outside after pushing her inside, leaving her alone for the first time. As if her question had been answered there was a black dress in the style of the local peasantry, not something particularly fancy but made for comfort and ease of movement.
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