<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>Sorcha passed the cup carefully back through the bars, she was still unsure more than unsure and afraid but needed to find away out. The large man that beat her and [put her here was marked oh yes he was more than marked and she would leave a few<em>marks</em>on him and take a little of him with her. However the pict still felt a little strange and being cooped in this stinking pit was not helping.  She heaved again but there was nothing to bring up. However there was a vile taste left in her mouth.<br/><br/>She watched Grass eyes the word he used was strange though the pict tried to repeat it, and for first attempt it was reasonable. It was not hard to understand that was his name or the name he went by, for she had been given many names.  Still after repeating his name as he spoke it, the woman called him grass eyes in her own tongue as she had when he had taken her.<br/><br/>Rolling her shoulder painfully  again the woman spoke, first in Latin, if it could be called that, she slapped her own cheek, “Bad” then petted her head “Good”, It was only then she showed one of the markings on the cage and pointed to herself “Sorcha.”<br/>