Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140819022716/@comment-11457306-20140820031429

Aiyanna had nearly panicked when her crate had been lifted, but she had managed to stay quiet. If she were discovered now, they would just hand her over to the guards and she would be in for a nice long stay in the local dungeon, perhaps even a flogging. She needed to wait for them to leave the dock. Fortunately there was a hole in the side of the crate from normal damage and she could get out, for she had broken the few nails loose with a handy pry bar when she got in. Most fortunate of all, she wasn't buried under a huge pile of other crates. She'd been the last one to be lowered in. She was only a little banged up from rough handling.

She'd just about calmed down when she heard a squeal from a rat that made her hair stand on end and a grunt of satisfaction. She peered through the hole to see one of the sailors lifting a rat on the end of his spear. Sailor? No. Sailors didn't wear steel plate armor. Mercenary? Soldier? What kind of ship had she stowed away on?