Mohini sat silently in the shade, her chains secured quite well to the ship, of that she checked, thrice. She cursed softly under her breath and fell still, watching the drama unfold between the man who called himself Quintus and this Masina. She watched the condescending way he treated her, how he spoke to her. It almost made Mohini smile, yes, continue to belittle her fool, make her dislike you enough to aid us, she thought.<br/><br/>Seeing Quintus walk away and begin to work on the saild, Mohini finally spoke. Her accent made it clear she was not from Pontus or Amasya, if she were familiar with it, she might identify it as coming from the Scythian people, across the great mountains to the north, or across the Black sea. "He does not respect you," she said in a quiet steady voice using the language of her people and the tribes, hoping Masina would understand. She flipped her hair from her eyes with a swing of her head and continued, "Nor do they trust you. Rome and her allies have no use for women warriors, to them we are nothing more than toys. If they win, they will turn on you and your people too, you must know that. Help us escape, you can come with us, together we can drive these Roman lapdogs back across the waters..."