Sashi finds herself on a small cot, one of about a dozen lining a narrow stone-walled room. A lamp hung above her sheds enough light to examine the room in detail, or lack thereof.Hers is the only bed currently occupied, though her armor and weapons have been neatly laid out several beds down. The floor is strewn with sweet-smelling sawdust, covering the odor (and stains) of dried blood.<br/><br/>Any sort of movement brings an unwelcome surprise: a heavy iron collar and manacles, and fastened to the wall by a length of chain with just enough slack to sit up or lie down. To add insult to injury (or perhaps the other way around), her restraints rest squarely on the bruises left by Greth's fingers.<br/><br/>At the far end of the room, a wooden door swings open. Greth steps inside, followed by a fair-haired man and the palest woman Sashi has ever seen. The latter is shackled much like Sashi, and is currently enduring a tongue-lashing from the fair-haired man (who sounds suspiciously like Chander).<br/><br/>"... But only enough to cover the bruises, you understand? I'm paying your master enough as it is."<br/><br/>"But master Jazyk, her neck may be seriously injured-"<br/><br/>"The Keeper take her neck!" Jazyk snaps back. "It's her body they'll be ogling I bring her to the bidding. Besides, a sore neck will hardly matter when she's struggling in a pit fighter's belly..."<br/><br/>"Bunnee 'wake," Greth comments.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Jazyk's attitude does a complete about face, and he addresses Sashi with a cheerful smile and a tone so sugary it could rot teeth. "Ah, Miss Sashi, good to see you awake! How are you feeling?"