<hr/><div align="center"><em>Autolycus strips Sorcha<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/>Autolycus felt exited, anxious to explore the secrets of this strange creature from the far North. The twitching of her body and the strange whispers that fell from her mouth only served to intrigue him more.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath to steady himself and then, very carefully, began to peel off the Pict’s filthy, blood-stained clothes. He was not disappointed. Every bit of skin revealed was a delight. Scars, raggedy ones from battle and precise ones that had, he suspected, been part of some ritual. There were swirling blue tattoos, intricate shapes he did not understand but that seemed to speak to him on some primal level… And other things besides. Her joints, so supple, so loose she’d managed to wrestle out of her chains before. Her second toe was longer than her first. And she’d borne a child, the scars were there, on her belly and elsewhere.<br/><br/>The last bit of clothing fell to the ground and Autolycus stood back to admire her pale body, now fully displayed.