Tears fall down Fleer's face as she's pulled by her captors, she's been tied up with robes and her dress was ripped, exposing herself and her breast, she tried to cover herself, but the robes tied around her wrists made it impossible to lift her arms. Thousands of thoughts of what these skaven were going to do to her race through Fleer's mind, one she's most afraid of is that she'll be sold and forced into slavery, forced to breed and birth more skaven to fill their ranks with soldiers, something that she obviously doesn't want to do "P-please, somebody help-save Fleer! She is scared-scared!" Fleer shouted, but she knows no one is going to help a skaven escape from another skaven, Fleer can only cry now, and hope somehow she is spared by some miracle