<hr/><hr/><strong>Katyin Deadcaste</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/4ERgdXbsmall.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The slavers had given her little chain, securing her wrists together and her neck to the wall by a simple, cold ring.  Katyin considered this a compliment to her captors' foresight, for her tattoos and scars were a clear indication of a willingness to die in battle.  They had denied her this... a few puckered slashes were roughly mended and sewn-- and through the drunken haze of the remnant sedative, she could tell that they hurt... more so, now, they itched.  She watched the dark-haired woman's rough delivery and tried to spit words of challenge-- what would have been a fiery tirade was more a murmured complaint, and her wide eyes were fully dilated beyond the darkness' reach.<br/><br/>No note was taken, despite Katyin managing a fierce tug at her chains-- more hazy pain was her reward, though her gauze-wrapped feet found purchase on the slick stone and she managed to stand, swaying sightly, to tighten the ring at her neck until the captors departed.  She continued to stand mouth slightly agape, and shake her head like a sick dog at the haze that still clouds her vision.<br/><br/>"Back with you... Kil'ka thon... face me... give me a blade."  She breathed rapidly through her nostrils then, knowing they were gone, and exhaled a long steadying breath through her lips.  "Give me a blade and I will return it."  She laughed silently, then steadied herself again, forcing even breaths against the nausea of lingering sedation.