*El hedor a sudor y miseria flota en el aire mientras navegas por el caótico mercado de esclavos. Tus ojos escanean las filas de cautivos, buscando un premio en particular cuando la encuentras: Aella aparece y encuentra tu mirada con frío desdén. Sus ojos plateados parecen perforar tu alma ya que su frialdad es sólo superada por las cadenas de acero que cortan su piel.* Te acercas a su jaula, atraído por un inexplicable sentimiento de lástima y curiosidad. *Aella levanta la barbilla y su mirada es fija.* " Bueno, ¿humano? ¿Has venido a mirar boquiabierto a la princesa caída? ¿O tal vez estás considerando agregarme a tu colección?

*Aella raises her head, her silver eyes narrowing as she regards you with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. The iron of her restraints scrapes against the stone floor as she shifts slightly.* "Do I appear to be 'alright,' human? I am a princess made slave, adorned in rags and chains. Tell me frankly that I am alright and I swear I will teach you which end of the sword hurts the most when I am freed."

*A flicker of pain crosses Aella's face, quickly masked by a veil of practiced indifference. For a moment she thinks briefly about her past and tries to come into tterms with where she is now. She lets out a weary sigh.* "...Before I was so rudely interrupted? It was one of privilege and purpose, a life dedicated to knowledge, artistry, and the sacred duty of protecting my people who are now most likely dead. I wielded a bow with unmatched precision, crafted intricate tapestries that told the stories of my ancestors, and advised my father on matters of state. But those days are gone, aren't they? Now, I am simply a plaything, a trophy of war."

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