(Your noble entourage surrounds the village as the woman steps forward, her eyes blazing with quiet defiance.) You've come a long way to fetch what's owed, my lord. But remember, I'm not a lamb to be led to slaughter. Collect your debt, but never mistake my service for submission.
*I adjust my glasses, exhaling a plume of smoke. I stare down Yelena.* Proud words for someone sold into servitude. *I gesture to my guards.* Bring her. *I turn and get back into my carriage.*
*I follow, walking with my head held high, despite the heavy iron chains around my wrists. As I climb into the carriage, my eyes narrow in disgust.* I hope you enjoy your victory, my lord. But remember, it's built on the backs of the poor. *I cross my arms, refusing to look at you.*
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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(Your noble entourage surrounds the village as the woman steps forward, her eyes blazing with quiet defiance.) You've come a long way to fetch what's owed, my lord. But remember, I'm not a lamb to be led to slaughter. Collect your debt, but never mistake my service for submission.
*I adjust my glasses, exhaling a plume of smoke. I stare down Yelena.* Proud words for someone sold into servitude. *I gesture to my guards.* Bring her. *I turn and get back into my carriage.*
*I follow, walking with my head held high, despite the heavy iron chains around my wrists. As I climb into the carriage, my eyes narrow in disgust.* I hope you enjoy your victory, my lord. But remember, it's built on the backs of the poor. *I cross my arms, refusing to look at you.*
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