<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/Hxbs0grj/Slave-Kumina3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaiah (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864224)<br/><strong>Female, Alluran, Healer 9</strong><br/><strong>AC: 27 HP: 73/73</strong><br/><strong>Conditions: </strong>Endure Elements (natural), DR3/-<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Delaiah</strong>was guided by the seasoned adventurer-bodyguard, to stand on an pedestral in the casinos lobby. It made no difference to her, as she had promised to repay her debt to the owner of the mirror. Now, this is where it got her. Physical slave, marketed off by random change. Yet these petty mortals would live an heartbeat, and then she would be free of her debt. IN deep, she felt alone, eons had passed when her master had perished, and she had been trapped in the mirror, in mystical nowhere land. Her bond had been severed, but the magic holding her there, protected her from most of the backlash. Now, being amongs the living, she felt out of place. Not only was she an living relic of the times gone by, but she even felt alone. Even when her captors had satisfied themselves on her, she had not felt nothing but bare minimum sustenance form them. There had been no emotional fulfilment from them.<br/><br/>As<strong>Mirodas</strong>the elf produced the winning ticket, she turned her eyes toward the lady and her companion, silently as it was slaves place not to speak if not spoken to.