"If I may ask; how did you end up under the cruel yoke of slavery? If you'll tell me your story. I know yours has been a rocky road to walk."
“I was a leatherworker’s daughter in a solitary tribe up north. The legions came when I was twenty, two years ago now. The legions came and slaughtered our warriors, and took the rest as slaves, I was sold to that woman a few days after we arrived in the city. From there it’s fairly simple, I served in her inn, and was often rented out to guests for late night entertainment. You were by far the most considerate of them.”
“While you underestimate how persistent the Nurumans are, you are definitely correct in the fact that they won’t check here. Besides, a runaway slave is low priority.” She said, “and I’m used to sleeping in places like this. Thank you.”
Cinder was at Rathu’s shoulder, invisible but there. In his ear was whispered “you bring another? I sense in her a difference of circumstance, she has suffered, this I know. What have you brought her here for?”