I guess I will write an intro.<br/><br/>Tris, in a dirty, brown dress, stood behind her newest master. Baron Altamire was one of the greediest merchants in town, and Tris was practically his slave. Of course, she had technically been adopted, but Tris still considered it slavery. After all, he treated her like an animal, and Tris was slowly losing what little hope she had left. Just as she had been thinking, Baron Altamire cut into her thought. "Girl! Bring in the newest merchandise," the cruel man shouted, slapping her with the flat end of his sword to hurry her. Tris sighed, and nodded swiftly, dashing away into the shop doors.<br/><br/>Stepping into the warm shop, Tris thought she saw a shadowy figure on the dark city wall though it soon disappeared. Her slight hesitation cost her, and the Baron slapped her sharply. Sighing, she quickly grabbed the heavy wooden box, nearly dropping it as it was half her size. Exhausted, she trooped back outside, and set it underneath the merchant's stand.<br/><br/>"I'm finished, sir. Anything else?" she asked the Baron meekly, careful to avoid direct eye contact.<br/><br/>The Baron turned to her, eyes glinting maliciously. "Okay, okay. Get in the house. You can have two slices of bread, and three pints of water. If you even have a smidgin more, mark my words, there will be severe consequences. Got it, girl?"<br/><br/>Tris nodded, hurriedly, and slipped into the shop, carefully measuring out her food, and eating it in a few swift bites. Sighing, she stepped back outside, and began to help deal with the customers' needs. Ignoring the freezing air of the early morning, she moved about as quickly, and gracefully as possible while taking the slaps and beatings every time the Baron considered her behavior as wrong.<br/><br/>The frigid morning wore on, despite the warmth of the morning sun. Finally, Tris read the time to be around lunch time. She walked over to the Baron as soon as she was finished with her current customer. "Sir, it's time for lunch," she informed him quietly.<br/><br/>Baron Altamire turned to her, frowning in slight annoyance. "You made too many mistakes today, girl. No lunch. Get back to work," he said in an angry tone.<br/><br/>"But.." Tris started, and received a sharp slap as reward. Hot tears sprang to her eyes, but she nodded, and sighed, going back to work. Dealing with the next customer, Tris couldn't push back the wave of anger, seeing the feast laid out before Baron Altamire. Rich cheeses, cakes, wines, and meats covered his lunch table. Frustration, anger, fear, and despair mixed in the young child's soul, and she turned back to her work, wishing to whatever powers were there that she could die. After all, what little hope she had, was fast dying in the cruel world.<br/><br/>Tris sighed softly, as she helped an elderly woman try on a dress. "Fits like a charm," she informed, after the woman complained of her sight. "That will be fifteen pence please," she added as the woman took it off, and pulled out her purse. Taking the money, she handed the dress to the already well dressed woman, and placed the money in Baron Altamire's box of money.<br/><br/>(Sorry, I have a troublesome computer, so I will post more when I don't have to struggle so with this keyboard.)