(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)[/floatleft]<hr/><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Nefasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Slave piers<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zidir, Ilhan<br/><hr/><br/><i>”I was born into it. It was painful here for many weeks when first I was brought here but I have since grown accustomed.”</i>She didn't try much more than that to refute him. She wasn't about to make an effort to sell herself to someone that would prefer to act disinterested. If someone truly wanted her they would make an effort to have her, and that was the man she wanted to buy her. A man that would pay her price and in so put up with her limitations.<br/><br/>That aside, if she were shackled she didn't notice it. Why would someone as blind as she try to run? She'd just end up get into all sorts of trouble that way! Usually the kind that would have her harmed. THe spirits had been kind enough to guide her before but this place was far to busy for her to properly navigate.<br/><br/><br/>