A pair of hands clutched around Nyy's throat, cutting off her scream and another set around her wrists.
"What shall we do with this one?" One said.
"Maybe take her to the highlord." Another replied. "Tame dragons are highly sought after."
Nyy twisted around but the hands held her, her eyes gleamed and started to summon up shadows to help her but was hit with a sudden strike to the side of the head and she fell unconscious.