Jesla tries to move her head but the collar restrains her attempts. She is impressive physically in spite of the current circumstances. The Ghost Wolf stands 5'10" and weighs a wiry 155 pounds. Her corded muscles flex as she tests the restraints. Long raven colored hair drops down to her lower back. It hangs loose but is normally braided. Several scars are visible where tanned skin is visible on her arms. Her feminine curves have not suffered due to her great strength.
A scar running along her jawline mars her appearance slightly. She is pretty but would not be considered beautiful. Glittering green eyes take in the situation at a glance. They almost have a predatory look to them. She dismisses the other prisoners as most likely not much help.
Jesla stares at the Sergeant who spoke to them. She then speaks calmly but with a hint of rage lurking just below the surface." Weak scum. I notice that you are brave with a small army at your back. What kind of God has such cowardly followers as this? Release me and let me face some of your best. Girl children of my people are more men than any of you are. Release me unless you know I'm right. Weak servants of a weak God." She studies the faces of the guards." Gorum will see me free. He is no soft god of civilized lands. May I bathe in all of your blood and offer it to the true God, Gorum! "She spits towards the sergeant." Cowards.... "