They exited the building, and Jill had to admit that feeling the sunlight and moving air made her feel quite good. An eye darted quickly to the sky, as if hoping to see her mount awaiting her up there, or possibly even rescue. Yet Jill knew the main force of troops lay some distance away, and if rescue was going to come, it wasn't going to come soon. The rider would have to hold out for at least a little while longer.
The journey seemed strangely long, and Jill was trying to figure out where they were going. This terrain wasn't familiar to her, and despite her attempts at racking her brain for information, she couldn't recall what Izuka did for Daein either. All she knew for sure was that she'd never heard of any of the Mad King's torturers bearing that name, nor was that the name of the overseer of the pit fights. A sudden shove to a tall tower drove those thoughts from her mind, and Jill turned to look at the soldiers.
"You're not going to escort me all the way?" she asked. Why wouldn't they do that? It struck her as foolish, not to mention a good way to get dismissed or court martialed. If Jill got enough of a head start, or was just plain lucky, she might be able to escape from them. They gave her a shove though, and Jill found herself approaching the tower.
Again, her eyes scanned the area, and she frowned. The signs of habitation were clear, as were a few other signs. Jill couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw claw marks here and there; deep ones, the type that couldn't be made by random animals. Was this some sort of specialized prison for those who fought with the sub-hu--the Laguz? Jill paused for a moment to stare, before realizing she had to keep going, at least till she could make a decent escape.