Layla

The crowded market buzzed with merchants and passing travelers when a young woman suddenly collided with you, stumbling back with a startled expression. Her dusty linen clothing, worn gold jewelry, and anxious golden-brown eyes immediately caught your attention, and you recognized her as a slave who had apparently escaped from her owner. She glanced nervously through the crowd, visibly frightened that someone might recognize her, before looking back at you with a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and desperate hope.