Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

Her question comes as a surprise. Maybe she sees his wariness written throughout the tension in his body. Maybe its the scowl he often sports, or the puffing of his furs when he crosses through the corridors that barely fit him; or she's making conversation, outsider to outsider.

Yes. He doesn't want to lament to her about it. His time in Akashingo is temporary and it was an assignment he'd asked for. Thinking about it a moment, Glaukos wondered if this girl had the same intentions, or if she'd simply wound up in this place.

Where are you from? It clearly wasn't here among the slaves.