As they prepared for their arrival, Li'Tari had been calmly philosophical about wearing a collar on this excursion.  It helped that they'd carefully arranged a secret catch to open the collar without a key. It also helped that they'd gaudier up her armor—complete with a cleavage window—and rehearsed a story of how Mandy had bought her from a gladiatorial pit.  (The hard bodied Narn had even taken to making Mandy blush by suddenly gushing about how she owed her beloved mistress her life and would do ANYTHING For her.)  The last reassurance was that Shakiri offered to carry her K'tok  in a pack, with an oath to follow the codes of conduct that did the blade honor by Ki'TAri's instruction.<br/><br/>Li'Tari wasn't laughing anymore.  The misery around her woke such a fury in the young Narn that she had to follow behind Mandy, head bowed, and focus on breathing to remember not to fly into a killing frenzy.<br/><br/>Mandy had suffered a good deal of pain in her life.  Where many people would scar up and become all hard crust and razor spines, Mandy grew more emphatic and determined to help those who suffered as she had been helped.  With each pain, the technomage's empathy grew.<br/><br/>Her eyes shone a little bit as she tried to fight back tears for the victims of this place.  The chaos inherit in her Tech whispered cruelly in her heart that she could make them all burn.  Every slaver.  Every man who walked away without saying a word.  This whole world.<br/><br/>She could make this whole world burn!<br/><br/>It was the minbari—one with her unshakable serenity, the other with her unbreakable strength—that gave the other two the strength to go on.  Mandy soon found her strength watching the Windsword.  Her back straightened.  Emerald eyes flashed with pride, and levelly met the lecherous glare of men who thought to collar them.