"Rain, rain, rain oh rain down on my home. Let it rain down on my soul, my heart, oh Lady let it rain..." Ei'shya was singing the old SSinssrigg desert spiritual in a whisper, cheerfully feeling the rich fabrics and silks merchants had to sell. In the priestess's arms were two woven brown baskets: one of purchased goods, and the other with bread whom she gave to poor commoners begging while she spread the love of SSinssrigg.<br/><br/>She abruptly stopped, staring in shock and awe at the slaver, abusing the slave. While Ei'shya believed men were underneath women--after all, it was how things were!--she didn't believe such cruelty was necessary, although what could she do? Many slavers treated slaves this way. It was a fact of life. The most she could do is feed him.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, sir," Ei'shya said in a cool, calmed, and collected voice. She smiled pleasantly. "A lovely day, is it not? Bless SSinssrigg! The slave looks hungry! Dear slaver, might I give the male a slice of bread?"<br/><br/>((This is to you, Snake, in case you didn't realize. :P))