AMEN XLVII: Who's the Leader, Again?

[Arkhosia]

[Main Room]

The vampire rolls his eyes, and rolls off the couch, lazily stretching his arms overhead. "Ve're going to Skyside, and ve're dragging one of their people back kicking and screaming." Adel explains, unpinning the wolf's fur from his shoulders and carefully folding it over one arm.
"Little thing, a little fun. About time ve get things moving here, and as it so happens, Marciano here has offered to pay us all, oh, fifty thousand each for our trouble." A bright, shiny smile oozes across his face.

[Front Door]

The butler sighs, applying the toe of his boot to the girl's side in a not-so-gentle attempt to wake her up. Baring that though, two disinfectant wipes are produced from the depths of his coat, and wrapped around his hands before he takes hold of her by the arms and tries to drag her inside. It won't do to have people simply sleeping on their doorstep.

The girl will be taken to one of the spare rooms, and laid down on the bed.

Which is a far more suitable place for someone to sleep than the front doorstep.

The woman grunts in pain as she is prodded, and rolls upon her back as she clutches her side, when pain clouding her vision.
The woman's eyes are a bright, vivid green, with brown freckles dotting her cheeks somewhat sparsely. The slim, somewhat curvy and moderately endowed blonde looks to be about 18. The woman sits up, frightened and confused, and scoots backwards.
W-where am I?! Who are you?!
She desperately inquires as she looks around, brushing a strand of hair that falls upon her face.