Lotor stared at his former master, begging at his feet, with shock on his face. The shock soon changed to a wide grin. "I could have sworn I left you for dead, but I think I like this arrangement better. How odd, for a master begging to become his servant's slave." Turning to one of the crew, he said: "Bring his 'friend' up on deck, and get the box too. I'll deal with him myself."<br/><br/>Taking some loose rope, he promptly bound Drinian's hands behind his back, and pulled him to his feet by the hood of his garb. Lotor leaned forward to mutter in Drinian's ear, "I might enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed Amora these past few days" and shoved him along towards the foscle.<br/><br/>Amora had heard something up on deck, but she had no desire to go up and check what it was. She stood up as soon as she saw Lotor who held another man by the hair on the nape of his neck and his hands behind his back. The monk garments confused her, but she recognized the man wearing them. "Drinian?!" she cried out as Lotor shoved Drinian to the floor in front of her. She quickly knelt down, her heart in her throat, and glared up at Lotor harshly, "You brute!" Lotor's eyes narrowed at her, he turned around and called back to them, "I'll deal to you two later." and walked back up to the deck.<br/><br/>Memories flooded back into Amora's mind, memories that she had long since kept under lock and key. "Papa!" A far younger Amora cried, running past multiple soldiers to her father, who lay bleeding on the floor of the dilapidated building the two called home. She shook his shoulder, begging him to wake up, while an arrow pierced his heart, he lay, unable to move. One of the soldiers grabbed her, who shrieked and tried to squirm out of his grasp, she wanted to stay with her father.<span style="font-style: italic">The daughter of a thief is little more than a slave,</span>one of the men had said, thereby beginning her life of slavery, while cruelly plucking her from the only thing she held dear to her. At least, up until now.<br/><br/>Amora, sight blurred with joyous tears, held Drinian close to her chest, "Oh Drinian, I thought you were dead!" she sobbed. Her heart warmed to have the one who cared for her in her arms, even if what Lotor said about his wife was true.