Before long she found a maid wearing just an apron scrubbing at a dark splatter upon the wall.  The girl's back was a network of faint lines, scars forming the same design burned into Felicity's shoulder across her back.  The girl glanced over from her work, eyes dull and hollow as she nodded and explained the way to the kitchen before resuming her task.<br/><br/>As she arrived in the kitchen, a tall and burly man with a heavy mustache quickly approached.  "I can tell from the lost and confused look that you must be Brom's newest victim," he said with a nod, "Take that over and help the other scullery finish up for now."  He gestured to a sink and the girl working there, a thin and ragged skirt about her waist but nothing to cover her torso as she bent over the sinks.  She was only slightly older than Felicity and when she glanced over her eyes widened slightly in recognition.  Only six months or so before Felicity had watched her march through town behind the Baronette's horse.  There had been a defiant cast to her face beneath the grime that she she'd not recognized then, a look that was utterly lacking now as the girl shifted to the side to make room for her at the sinks.