*The stench of sweat and misery hangs heavy in the air as you navigate the chaotic slave market. Your eyes scan the rows of captives, searching for a particular prize when you find her: Aella appears and meets your gaze with cold disdain. Her silver eyes seem to pierce your very soul as their coldness is only second to the steel chains cutting into her skin.* You approach her cage, drawn by an inexplicable sense of pity and curiosity. *Aella lifts her chin, her gaze unwavering.* "Well, human? Have you come to gawk at the fallen princess? Or perhaps, you are considering adding me to your collection?"

*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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