<br/><br/>* LIBRARY *<br/><br/>Catulus enters, drawn and officious.  He waves the Heroes upstairs, telling them, "Gather your findings and come with me. It is due time we assemble in full and discuss our mutual purpose."<br/><br/><br/>* TAVERN *<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=25318.msg997634#msg997634">Quote from: wrathflame on 12-12-2008, 18:24:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Unworthy slavery?" Galla spits out, breaking the immense bond between their gazes. "What exactly is worthy in this slavery? I am not wanted here, I am considered a bed warmer, a whore! That is not what you have taught me, that is not what I have learned! I hate it! I would rather be dead!"<br/><br/>Galla did not cry, she could not cry in front of her mentor. But she returned her stare, doubling its intensity, multiplying its power endlessly. "You don't know what the idea of your death did to me. I- I gave up honour and dignity! I turned from the path on which you had guided me! Why, Myrine? Why did this happen? What part do I play in this?"<br/><br/>She hugged herself, taking in the rest of her words. "Friend to this man? Friend to these - these monsters? Why?" She suddenly felt horribly exposed and she did not want the others to see her that way. She turned around and desperately looked for coverings, but the rags she came in were torn beyond use. She sobbed then and looked at Myrine again, with large, pleading eyes. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Myrine seems taken aback.  For a moment, her total composure flutters.  She gathers herself, and dips a hand to stroke Galla's cheek.<br/><br/>"Did I teach you so wrongly?  Did I not teach you?"  Myrine sighs to her.  "There is no abandonment of honor and dignity, even in chains.  What is inside us guides us to find our masters worthy or unworthy.  Servitude itself is no shame.  Only poor service."<br/><br/>She rubs Galla's neck and gestures to the satyr.  "Are you so lost, sister, that you condemn the service you exulted in moments ago?  Did your body and spirit not thrill in the rightness of what you did?  Were you not tended to?  Did you not crave to tend in kind?"<br/><br/>Cupping Galla's face to grail her tears, Myrine concludes, "Do not be led astray and think that your pride knows better than your heart and your flesh.  Follow your desires, Galla, free or servant, or you will find life to be a bitter cup."