<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/11/Alhanna-GM.jpg)</div><strong>GM</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>Down the way, a woman's scream could be heard, followed by the wearing and crying of young children. Clearly, the slavers were going into motion, whatever they're doing. Another scream followed, with the cruel chortling of the slavers. Moments later, the crying settled into frightened whimpers.<br/><br/>As the five dealt with their own problems, a young girl of no more than ten, came up to their cell. She carried a tray, with foodstuffs and a pitcher of water on top. She looked skinny, but not wholly mistreated... If not for the manacles at her ankles. She tapped the tray against the cell bars, indicating that whoever was not bound ought to get the food.</em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Alhanna-character.jpg)</div><strong>Sarea</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Volpen's ministrations made her flinch, even in unconsciousness, though if nothing else, he managed to stop the bleeding. Her blouse was torn at the sleeve, cleanly cut and stained with blood, and ripped at the neckline. She had a bruise swelling at her jaw, a cut above her eyebrow, and another cut at her leg. Nothing mortal, but potentially weakening. The sedative was making her sick, and dimly, she tried to cough, to clear her throat, but that made it worse.<br/><br/>"...h-help me...." She whispered, visions of the pale blond man blurred, mingled with darkness. Weakly she tugged at the chains, weak as a newborn kitten.