<div align="center">Cariad meeting Autolycus and Sorcha</div><strong>"Who's there?"</strong><br/>His voice made her lift her head, standing tall as she was pushed through the door, Cariad glared at the guard as he gripped her arm tightly. Knowing all too well that another outburst from her would generate another round of beatings, Cariad kept her lips firmly closed.<br/><br/>Standing in the entrance of the room,  Cariad looked around, taking in the surroundings of the room.<br/><br/><strong>"Well hello there."</strong>She watched him intently as his eyes roamed her body. Cariad's eyes doing some roaming of their own. His facial features broad, as though his jaw had spread across his neck. His chest partially hidden by the fabric of his clothes. Cariad's eyes looked through him, her vision drawn to the table with the straps. Her eyebrow arching as her gaze slowly inspecting the tools hanging from the walls, taking note of the herbs hanging from the ceiling. The room was haunting in nature. The tools looked barbaric, something Yr Meddyg would have used, had she ever needed the services of a human butcher.<br/><br/>Her eyes wide as her gaze fell upon the savage looking girl chained to the wall. Her hair wild, her eyes alive with contempt of her captures and her surroundings. Cariad could empathise but doubted very much that she would have got her feelings across. Unable to understand her captures language and while still being held firmly, she was going nowhere. The pain in her arm from the guard's grip causing her to snarl at him in welsh. Which got her arm released but resulted in her being thrashed so hard that the skin on her back opened under the tremendous force. Biting her lip as to not scream out, Cariad scrunched her eyes up in defiance. She would not scream out in pain. As the whip came down repeatedly, whatever was left of her clothes now hung in torn strips around her. The whip catching the side of her breast as it connected with her flesh, the welts glowing red instantly.<br/><br/>Retreating into herself, standing before the guard with defiance as he continued the thrashing. Cariad's eyes shut tightly, her voice quiet as she began to hum a welsh lullaby.