<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/><strong><br/>Delaiah</strong>nod to her guard, when he spoke.<strong>"Thank you. I know this.. is not what you would want to be doing at this day.. consider on the looks of the festivals in the city, but when I am sold, you can have your fun at the carnevale"</strong><br/><br/>She knew, it was her place in life, to be sold off, althou the merchant that claimed her last, was filthy and disgusting, he had given her nourishment to function. The sex had been brief and fulfilling to him atleast. Mortals and their need for quick release.