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Her breath misted in the air as she sat resting on a fallen stone nearly as large as she was. The thin alpine air didn't necessarily agree with her and the cold merely added insult to injury. She was not as in shape as she thought she was. Probably not a surprise, given where she had been. The...

She hummed an accompaniment to the tune she plucked out of her instrument, head cocked to one side as she listened to the soldier. "None should endure as I have," she said quietly, her fingers stopping and leaving an aching silence in its wake. "I know not of Gild, but I do not need to. You...

She plucked a handful of notes on the lute with a practiced hand. It was a soothing tune, if short, and served to smooth the raw edges and bring her back from the edge of madness. A little closer to who she was, a little further from the trauma inflicted on her. "I am but a wandering...

"That is...good to hear," she said. They said they would not hold her against her will. She believed this man, too, even if she did not know why. A certain sixth sense, a woman's intuition - who could say? All she could say for certain was she was not in a box anymore, and nothing terrible was...

"Since I have been awake," she said earnestly. If faintly. "Free." She took the waterskin finally, uncorking it and eyeing its contents warily. She sniffed it as if that would warn her of any hidden danger. Having decided suddenly that if these men wanted to harm her there was no need to play...

She eyed him and the others warily. She did not sit, nor did she move to do so. The abuse endured over the last many days - a stretch of time with no frame of reference, no day or night - took its toll. Stubborn pride and fear kept her from admitting that she was at an extremity that she had no...

Her eyes roamed over the wagon ever more frantically. It wasn't there. Her lute wasn't there, and they had taken it from her when they took her. It wasn't much, but it was hers. It was special, it was... She clutched at her head and staggered as pain lanced through her brow. The pain struck as...

She shook her head in response to the answer. She was not violent by nature - music and singing and other forms of art were her natural talents. She could not understand the desire to rob another of their lives. Of course, that had been before being treated like less than a thinking being. Even...

"Gildan..," she said in her low voice. Perhaps she had heard of such a thing before. A place? It was difficult to recall what was real and what was not after so long spent among creatures that played with her mind as she played with a lute or a violin. She sat a little straighter, looking...

Light fell on her olive features, and she blinked against the sudden flood of in the place of darkness. The young woman did not immediately move as her saviors stared at what they had rescued. Not what they wanted to find, clearly. She stared in silence at them, unmoving and unsure as to the...