She woke up from the feeling of a tear running down from the corner of her eye, she felt the moisture as it ran down from her right temple. She didn't know where she was, her feet were bound to a chain that allowed her to move only to the edge of the cell she was in but they were still too heavy. The only light was a torch in the corridor between hers and the cell across, ready to go out at any moment, keeping the light scarce.

The encampment had been boisterous since they had stopped a group of travelers. Few had remained alive, including an older man, a soldier and a young boy. All of whom were bound and had seen their share of beatings by the East-men inside the camp. Particularly the older man and the soldier, whom were now both being dragged into the middle of the camp. 

Red really does look simple.