(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/Mouse_zpsbde3qkm8.jpg)<br/>From off in a corner, the generally ignored person with pale skin and light blond hair uncurled himself from his ball as he heard the door opened.  Unlike so many of the others, he had not been drugged to arrive in this cell.  He was found unconscious and brought here.<br/><br/>He observed the unconscious woman being dragged in with the wounds.  He wondered at who she might be and why, unlike the others, her wounds were left to fester.  This was not the way one would bring a profit for the slavers.  Why leave her to potentially infect and die.<br/><br/>An answer suddenly occurred to him.  He spoke in a high pitched, yet soft voice, oblivious to anyone around him.  "Oh, Salmun-Ka, why is it that you torture and tempt me so?  Am I to be your constant source of humor?  Will you not grant me some peace in my pitiful life?  What is it that you wish me to do?"<br/><br/>He then lowered his head and saw that Volpen was starting to treat the woman.  Why would this man use dirty clothing to create a tourniquet?  Did he want to kill her faster or was he simply ignorant?  He moved over to Volpen and asked, "Are you trying to help or hurt her?"