The woman looks very beaten down, by the situation she's found herself thrust into, and looks quite surprised at the offer of clothing. She almost hesitates to them them, though she dresses quickly. As they walk, she clings to him, looking nervous. Now that he's had a better look at her, he'll notice something unusual; her eyes are an almost unnerving solid gold; no pupil, only a disc of a brilliant golden color over her irises. She seems to be able to see, to some degree, at least, as she's not blundering into things, and she seemed to move fine on the battlefield.<br/><br/>The slave collar and the key he was given are clearly enchanted, and a decently powerful enchantment at that. It'll take a little study to figure out exactly what it does, but the button on the key he was given seems to be tied to it, likely for inflicting punishments.<br/><br/>"Umm, I'm Mirada," she replies, quietly, flinching a little at the mention of the thieves guild, though she doesn't ask questions, clearly resigned to her fate.