<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>N'Trish'Ta Songfire</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14G0EajP7F1r-_-PmeSFdMeAcCjWa4tsUks6nimRYfus/edit)<br/><br/>Trish whimpered.  She'd locked onto the desperate hope that this was a key, but of course not, it just was made like that to grip her hair.  And there was her neighbor, fighting the good fight to escape, and she could do nothing to help!  (And surely the other girl would have no reason to help a dark elf escape, even if she succeeded.  But that didn't matter!  If the girl could get out of here, then maybe she could send help.  Draw attention, do something to end the way all these girls suffered.  Hell!  She would fight just to save one girl from this!)<br/><br/>Fueled to righteous fury by her sense of helplessness, Trish smoothly pinned back her white and red hair in a pony tail.  Surging to her feet, she stepped up to the bars.  She made a prayerful sign with one hand.  With the other, her palm thrust out towards the larger orc.  "Saranrae give me the strength!"<br/><br/>The orc was out for blood!  he was armed, armored, his weapon so long he could surely kill her before she even came close!<br/><br/>"Please, my goddess!  Help her!  Sarenrae give me your fire!"