(I'll think about it... I'll have to catch up on that scene, and wouldn't want to butt in on your scene. I'll ask him and see what he thinks saturday then. but, till then-!)<br/><br/>Roma was very sure she was cursed. She had to be.<br/><br/>The slavers had very much been beaten off when they attacked her caravan, yet some lunatic had actually managed to carry her off... the only person from her home.<br/><br/>Then they'd escaped pursuit, and Roma was thrown into a cage. They'd taken her nice gypsy clothes and her mothers golden bracelet and stuck her in a smelly rag. She'd eaten crappy food for three days, and then they'd taken her out because their leader wanted to find out if she could do lap-dances. Stomping on his groin was just a smidgen more satisfying then the squeaky sound the bastard had made.<br/><br/>She'd been running through the forest for a better part of the day, exhausted, hungry, and very sure angry slavers were just a mile behind her.<br/><br/>Then Roma realized she was lost in the wilderness, and knew she was cursed.<br/><br/>"Could be worse..." she muttered, raising a brown hand to brush away a ragged lock of black hair. "It could be raining. Or this could be Berk. Dragon and Viking country."<br/><br/>Roma chuckled a bit at that.