<strong> Sorcha still wants out</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Sorcha did stop for a moment at least when he spoke her tongue, well at least a bestial and rather degraded form of it, still he spoke it. That was something, but it made him no less of a metal man and no less of a corrupter of her land.<em>Die you say….interesting.</em>” though she backed away a little, as he did make her feel like the caged animal she was at the present.<em>Tell me how dying is worse than this.</em><br/><br/><em>You walk like a leader, if so, if I am right I think you should look to your animals or rather get others to them… as well as your</em>…she searched for the word and finally found it, “Slaves…”<em> You have at least two lame horses and a dog that is heavy with pups.</em><br/><br/>It was more obvious now this close up, she had been beaten very recently.<br/><br/>“Out…good Dog” She said again,<em> I want to stay with grass eyes</em>she then tried to say the name in Greek “Autolycus.”  She had at least learned enough though not to show the mark she had made on her inner thigh.<br/><br/>The truth be told this man, this apparent leader intimidated her and she wanted to bite him… but as Sorcha had no choice in the matter of course she backed down at least for the moment.<br/><br/>However perhaps it would be easier to speak to one that spoke a few words.<em> Your cages small bad and I am not dirty. I think you have sick animals… </em>She knew though the land was surely barren<br/>