Serenade
The soft cries of slaves curled up in the corner, the conversation between slaves and slavers cold and frightening. Numbers were given out and accepted. Dirt and straw covered the ground and gave a rustic smell to the darker room. Triss D'Vichy...
A Loving Talk
Triss D'Vichy had been wandering as usual at this time, though this day was a little different. Tonight he was actually keeping an eye out for something.. or was that someone? He had a few friends around here and there, but no one to really think twice...