Just when the slaves were unable to leave, the female turned around. Her gaze was not from this world and she slowly lifted her hand at shoulder level to point at them.<br/>"Oh, no, not again.", sighed the male slave and positioned himself behind her.<br/>"Volk, protect Smerti and Nevinnasti. You two, keep care of him - you need each other, at least until you truly spread your wings. Go to the beach and contact the cults, or do it yourself, but do not let your archenemy l..."<br/>She lost conscience mid-word, or maybe mid-sentence. The male slave had anticipated that and grabbed her, preventing her from falling.<br/>"I'm sorry, mistress!" - he bowed as deeply as he could to Freyja. - "Sometimes, she's not herself. Then she speaks things she doesn't remember saying when she wakes up. She will be punished, if it disturbed you, but she couldn't really help it."<br/>He kept bowing while he was dragging her limp form out of the room.