A Trade gone awry!
20, Eleint, 97
It was yet another day - Windrider, without the sun and stars to guide me, I cannot tell how much time passed, but I think it's been another full moon, if not two, spent in nothing, but tiresome routine, gruelling tasks below and lots of grovelling in its wake. I dare not perk up, or draw attention to myself and so I live in oblivion of all else about me, save for a few moments of brightness in my life, onto which I hold dearly, and which I then memorize in secret, in my quiet corner within the library's printing room whenever I can steal away. Monotonous and gray has my turns become, and so it is even the moments of pain I started to grasp on to, for they show me, that I yet live.
Yasdia sent me up to the surface. His interests yet again, have changed. He seems to have become suspicious of my Arelith Forest maps, and his attention has turned to the Bramble. He scrutinizes my tasks tighter and demanded a map of the Brambles, and more importantly of the Outpost, the Bramble Watch has created. Also, he wanted to know the Watches affiliations. I've spent some time within the Brambles, but did not see anyone. The one time, I heard noises – Windrider, forgive me, but I will not make it too easy for the drow – I turned away. For one, I had no wish and desire to be stared at, the way they do these days, when those walking 'neath the sun see me with a collar around my neck, and for another, I did not ~want~ to find out about the Bramble's Associations.
I broke my evening in Wharftown. It's still the place, I am most familiar with. Khayal has taken over the Wharftown Militia and Guard. One Amana Tarrynth is now the Mayor of Wharftown. By the township's cotton fields, I ran into Martin, the Goblin's slave. In the meantime, in our shared misery we had met a while ago, and once in a while, we share kind words to one another. The poor man, really gets the worst out of it. He was green, and blue in the face, his right eye swollen shut, and his jaw so stiff, he could barely talk. Punished, by drow for the tasks his Goblin-Owners sent him to... Wish I could help him somehow. Mayhap, there is yet a way. Anyways, his state showed me, just how lucky I was compared to the other slaves. Yasdia not only “allowed” me up here beneath the sky, but regularly “ordered” me to come up. And like a good puppy, I lap at he opportunity.
I have learned by now, that Cordor is a place, where the collar's magics do not work. I've also learned, that some of us use this for a refuge, and that there is an Ilmatarian Priest – the very guard I once had this heated discussion about my reputation over the mix up with Catelyn Winters – Traveler, it feels like it's been eons ago! …Ken Thoss. He's involved in providing save haven for slaves, works on getting folks together to free them. I managed to contact him, and him, knowing he now has me “on the inside” seems to have renewed his spirits in the efforts.
Martin, however, this time said, he had heard of me venturing up again, and needed to talk to me. He had followed me, to warn me of Skulash negotiating for me, Natana readying her "Training Tools" to break me. Natana – more and more often, she's been used to “break” other slaves. To make sure, they'd know exactly what “their place was”. I know, she's been doing some experiments. Necromancy and other dark rituals. Yet, to me, she has always been kind. I don't want to believe, she'd do anything to harm me, and yet, Martin's fear at least caused me to worry.
We went back down below together and were barely through the portal when Yasdia used the slave caller on me. By all that is holy in the name of the Helping Hand! The Pain! It is, as if your very soul was wrenched through the metal, crunched through a meat grinder, and then spat back out. Whenever that magic envelops me, it takes me days to get rid of the pain and stiffness within me.
I found myself within one of the pools in the slave pits. The water pooled up to my knees and stank of excrements, and vomit of other poor souls within this pit before me. Natana was next to me, furious. Yasdia had another with him. He introduced him as his father, and then continued speaking, confirming the words Martin previously had given me. However, the trade did not go through. Skulash had refused the price named. Refused, to trade me for Natana and some gold, for Natana was the most profitable “thing” he had.
At least, I knew where I stood. In no way shape or form would I wish to become that sort of tool – a mere trading token? Yasdia was furious at Natana for talking back and ordered me to draw my bow, to shoot at her, teach her a lesson. Windrider, I was scared. Scared of Yasdia, but even more scared of hurting Natana, who, throughout it all always had kindness for me, offered me shelter, tended me when I needed it. Next to Martin, she was, what came closest to having a friend down there. I could not draw my bow against her.
My trembling, my panic and fear, I did not have to fake. I pulled my bow then, my hands shaking so much, I could not fasten the string. The Wood clattered into the dirty water, sinking into its depths. Yasdia ordered me to fish it up – and I felt for it, pushed it between my legs and “stumbled” over it. The bow broke then, made useless. Furious, Yasdia turned his back, walking away, dismissing us with disgust.
I rather him be disgusted at us, than me having to kill Natana. I still tremble at the thought of the repercussions of what he might do to me, once he has me alone. But so far, he has not looked back and just walked away.
Together, Natana and I climbed out of the cesspit and washed off. For once, the cold water of the “showers” was welcome, for it numbed the terror inside me.
Yasdia was nowhere to be seen, Natana went in search of Skulash. She knew, what I went through, to not hail her with arrows, and thanked me. She saw my bluff. I think, she'll bide her tongue. Traveler, I pray she will!
I went to the hub to send a Goblin to Robert and Khayal – then found myself a corner to curl up in. For just a few hours, I wanted to forget where, and what I was.
WHO I was, anymore, I had long lost sight of....