"What are you blabbering about girl? Wake up!" the captain yelled, as he gripped her shoulders, fingers pressing down on her skin, as he shook her forth and back, trying to get her mind to reality quickly, as he didn't really have the time to deal with her. "I'm Drackson, remember?" he continued, his voice still loud. "We didn't get you out of that last sleezehole just to get you into a new one. Why couldn't you just have stayed in the Rain's Shelter?"<br/><br/>Noticing her state of dress, the guard looked around for something for her to wear, as they had to pass quite a bit of the town to get to the central tower. "Don't you give your girls any clothes to wear?" he snarled at Bradic, who was trying to make himself smaller in the corner of the room, obviously intimidated by the soldier. When the answer remained out, Drackson leaned against Valeria so he could grab the furthest corners of her blanket, and pull them around her waist, quickly tying it into a makeshift skirt. "That'll have to do for now. Nazhun will hopefully have something more appropriate for you to wear."<br/><br/>The soldier grabbed the apprentice's wrist, quickly pulling her upright and out of the bed. "You do remember Nazhun, don't you?" he quickly asked her, still annoyed at both Bradic and Valera. "Old dude, big beard, a little queer, lives in a tower, has been teaching you magic for two years..." He turned around and jerked her along with him, but stopped just before he left the room, to glance at the boss of the whorehouse: "Bradic, you have two days to clear this whorehouse up. If I still find whores in this building, or if I see you prostituting a girl ever after, you'll find yourself waiting for your execution!"<br/><br/>With that, Drackson left the building, pulling the barely dressed apprentice along with him. For once, he was glad about the rain. Perhaps it would bring her to her senses.