<strong>Bright Eyes</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DdOhuh1J2bGt1kAQPe278ouEW2aVlNhJlgS-89WwYv4/edit)<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/><em> A year ago, Bright Eyes got involved in a band of vigilantes--thieves and revolutionary fighters who robbed from the rich, gave to the poor, protected the little guy, and occasionally roughed up a tyrant.  Captured when a meeting of their group was raided, Bright Eyes was sentenced to life time in bondage and sold to a scavenger lord seeking a crown.  To her great joy and greater sorrow, her beloved was here too.<br/><br/>   “I’m a slave now,” Bright Eyes whispered to Rowan in the dead dark hours after midnight.  “That’s the price of my crimes, but he is not my master.  You are.  I chose you.”</em><br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/>"You remember!" Bright Eyes whispered, tears shining in their eyes.  "That's right, Master!"  A glowing purple ring appeared on her brow.<br/>"Please...  Master...<br/><br/>"I don't want to die here.  I won't accept that we're doomed.  I refuse to believe that standing beside you and fighting for our lives is foredoomed to failure.  I have found blades of iron and I'm going to fight!<br/><br/>"But, master....<br/><br/>"Live or die...<br/><br/>"Before we go into this battle...<br/><br/>Bright Eyes opened her hands to reveal a collar of braided starmetal and moonsilver with jade jewels and a little cat bell of pure orichalcum.<br/><br/>"I want you to collar me."