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« on: May 22, 2021, 04:05:42 AM »
Shaking my long raven hair from my eyes, trying to clear them and figure out how I landed here. I look at the manacles, seeing if my slender limbs can escape their confines, failing that, testing the slack of the chain, finding my height cramped in these binds. I sit with my back to the wall, trying to meditate, trying to discover how this happened.
I remember being at sea, the boat rocking with the waves. Wulfgar had 'booked' us passage, forcing me to stow out in the cargo hold, unable to see the horizon. I remember talking with Qik and Morgot snored away in the corner, trying to weasel myself into her confidences. Then the boat hit something, causing me to stumble down onto the floor I was desperately trying to avoid. I try to listen, hearing the sounds of combat from above. I crouch down, pulling out the cold dagger, and I wait for the problem to arrive. And then it gets fuzzy.
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