Tris was about to run after him, but that would be giving away what little hope she had. Smiling softly to herself, she agreed to with herself to meet the stranger. Tucking the precious items into her pocket, and wrapping it so that they wouldn't fall out, she turned to the next customer. After working till sundown, Tris wandered over to the Baron. "Sir, I closed the shop as you requested. Anything else for tonight?"<br/><br/>Baron Altamire nodded. "I said you would be punished, did I not? First, you will not be having dinner. Second, you must sleep outside. Third, my guards will chain you up to where ever you wish to sleep. Finally, you will have less food in your meals for the following two weeks. Now, choose a sleeping spot."<br/><br/>Tris, fighting back her anger, walked back to where the stranger had stood. "Here," she said quietly, as one of the guards drove in an iron pole. Another placed a leather collar on her neck, and attached a chain leash, welding it to the iron pole. "See you in the morning," the guard joked, leaving. Tris sighed, slipping into an exhausted slumber on the cold dirty street.