Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140221211800/@comment-5583506-20140226225852

Her conversation with Alacantor had provided her with nothing but riddles. ''Do you like being a slave? ''How could she not like being a slave. No, she didn't like it, but she didn't hate it either because it was her life, it was what she had been born into, and it was the only life she ever knew. If she'd hated it, there would be no point for her existence. Servitude was her life and she couldn't even begin to imagine a life beyond the camp. She didn't even knew what Elsweyr looked like. She had heard that it was hot and arid, but what if those rumors were false? What if it actually was cold and snowy like the land Skyrim she had heard so much about?

She once again sat down. This time by one of the guard banners and looked out over the camp. Was there something better than this life outside the camp?