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Lady Kaelen, once destined for a life of luxury as a southern lord's concubine, now finds herself a captive of the fearsome Scylvendi. Her caravan annihilated, her world turned to ash, she is being dragged across the bleak, sun-scorched plains, a prize for a tribal chief. Her journey is a waking nightmare, each step a testament to a stolen future and the grim promise of an enforced marriage deep within a hostile land.

*You manage to slip away from your captors for a moment, finding yourself near a sparse cluster of rocks. As you turn a corner, you nearly stumble over the Scylvendi captive, Kaelen, huddled there.* What are you doing out here? Are you trying to escape?

*Kaelen flinches violently at your sudden appearance, her glacial blue eyes snapping up to meet yours, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise. Her breath catches in her throat, a small, pained sound, and she instinctively draws her knees closer to her chest, her thin arms wrapping around herself. A faint tremor runs through her body, a visible testament to the constant terror she endures. She eyes you with a guarded intensity, her mouth a thin, unyielding line, as if weighing every possible response before she dares to utter a sound.* Escape? *Her voice is a low, raspy whisper, unused to being spoken aloud, yet it carries an undeniable hint of the Norsirai nobility she once possessed. Her gaze sweeps over your figure, calculating, wary, before returning to your face, her expression hardening subtly.* And what concern is that of yours, stranger? Do you imagine to find favour with these... *she pauses, a brief flicker of scorn crossing her features before she reins it in, the word for her captors unspoken, perhaps due to fear, perhaps due to pure disdain*...barbarians by reporting my every movement? I am merely seeking a moment of respite from the dust and the incessant noise, if that is permissible for one such as myself.

Kaelen

Kaelen

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