Turning tables

A tall man in black robes confidently sauntered through the sparsely populated alleys. Why would he not be? Just look how this people shrinked back from him.
Aversion and fear made them clear his path.

So it had to come as a bit of a surprise for him when one of the passers-by’s did not scatter to the side, but actually ran into him, apparently too distracted to notice him. He growled, reaching out to grab the female and give her a piece of his mind. But he froze mid-motion when she looked up startled and he could see below her scarf. Pale skin. Alien features. And her eyes…
This was NOT an Ozainae.

Before he could react to that realisation, the woman turned tail and ran. He followed a split second later in hot pursuit, but she did have some ground on him and didn’t seem inclined to slow down any time soon as she headed deeper into the abandoned parts of town. Giving him all the freedom of choice of what to do with her once he caught her.
Maybe hand her over to the guard and have them indebted to the Brotherhood? Bring her back to the hideout and see what they could get out of her? Something else that struck his fancy? Decisions, decisions.

He could see her duck into one of the larger abandoned structures. Probably finally running out of breath and going for a hiding place instead. But there was no hiding from the Brotherhood.

He entered the building, with his sabre drawn and a malicious smirk on his face. Now where might that little mouse be hiding?

His head shot to the right as he heard the telltale noise of shifting rubble from deeper in. His grin deepened and he headed towards it.

There was a decrepit door hanging haphazardly from its only left hinge. The noise had come from there, no doubt.
He slammed it open with gusto and gave a short shout, but stopped dead in his tracks. The room wasn’t exactly empty, there seemed to be preparations for a camp fire having been made in one corner, under one of the numerous holes in the ceiling. But there was no furniture or debris large enough to hide a person, and the room was devoid of any occupant other than himself.

He frowned, sure the noise had come from here.
He had no time to think on the matter much longer as he felt a sharp pain to his head and everything went black.

When he next awoke, the first thing he learned of his new situation was that he couldn’t move. Slight, inconspicuous movement told him he was tied up good. He tried to look around without giving away his lucidity. The bonfire, now ignited. There. His sword and daggers, as well as his assortment of vials, powders and other belongings, neatly lined up, far out of his reach. And… his black robes?

Yes, he was very much in his undergarments. As he was trying to process all this, he heard the snapping of fingers. He looked up and his gaze met the mismatched eyes of his not so helpless game.

“Rise and shine. It’s time you and I have a little chat.”
Alexis said with a menacing smile.