<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra wasn't sure what to feel when Tom took the Latina into his arms to hold her in his lap. Surely it was unnecessary but she bit back any angry word she would have said. Besides, what did it matter? He could do whatever the hell he wanted. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Well, it seems that we are somewhere in a place called Getalia, and three days away from its capital, Ovia. Southeast,"</span> Karra explained, her face turned away from Tom <span style="color: #80BF00">"Gleywine here says that the Princess likely wants us as her slaves, at least until she throws us to some arena to fight for our lives. He wants to know who else we have--our numbers. Sounds to me like the same old sob story of an oppressive government, but this one is a whole lot more medieval with a lot more heat in their weapons,"</span> she had left off the tidbit about the Princess likely wanting her as a sex slave. It wasn't necessary to share that bit, at least to her. <br/><br/>Karra glanced back at Tom and rolled her eyes at his hold of the Latina woman.<span style="color: #80BF00"> "Anything else?"</span> she asked bitingly, though she had tried her best to stifle the attitude.</div>