Tris saw how frantic he was, and didn't want to be blamed for the broken collar. Without any more thought, she ran after him, ignoring the pain as several gashes from former beatings began to bleed again. Ignoring the sharp pain, she followed the dark stranger, keeping a good five feet away from him out of long taught, and quickly learned caution. She stopped as he turned, already starting to back away from him, fear of being hit once more driving this action. Not surprisingly, she wondered if this would be her new master.<br/>Contemplating this, she brought back a flash back of the day she had met Baron Altamire, in Leeds. It had been a shopping day in the busy town, and Tris could hear the Baron's voice as if she had gone back in time....<br/><br/>"Hello? Yes, you! We have SO many new items from this shop, and they are at VERY low prices. Step right up, ladies and gentleman, we have so much to offer, if you would be so kind as to buy. Thank you very much, Miss Brown," The Baron rambled on. Tris remembered that he had been the best merchant there in the little town. As greedy as he was now, he had taken plenty of coin from the villagers. Not surprisingly, he had even cheated to get more money in his fat purse.<br/><br/>Tris, hungry, dirty, and tired, had watched from the empty streets as the lords and ladies of Leeds bought the items they wanted. The items were very nice, consisting of exquisitely carved wooden statues, brightly painted pottery, kitchenware, and a small grocery. Tris had continued to watch, longing for the taste of a cold orange, or an apple to dampen the heat of the summer day. The newest king of England had disbanded all orphanages, stating that they were money wasters, so Tris and many other orphans were stuck on the streets, or arrested and taken to prison. Sighing, Tris stood just as a shiny red apple rolled off of one of the stands and into her hand. Before she could do anything, a guard spotted her. "Thief!" he shouted, pointing his spear at the young girl, and charging at her. Tris' eyes widened and she took off into the crowd, not wanting to be arrested.<br/><br/>That was when the Baron's personal guard had grabbed her wrist. She had been forced to return the apple, and was dragged back to the orphanage she lived in. Unfortunately for her, the Baron said that he wished to help her be a "more respectable citizen", going so far as to adopt her. Tris considered it the second worst event in her short live. Still, things could have been worse for the young child, and Tris clearly remembered the Winters' incident with clearly remembered, and ever sharp terror.