Clarisse pondered on what step she was to take next. It had been years since she had stepped foot in Wohar. She had the graces of being a foreigner to save her when she completely disregarded the traditions of the people but one thing she couldn't just do was storm into a slaver's territory and demand Celia. Her lie could easily be bought in the court but it would be a different story out there. As ruthless as the slavers were, they kept account of each and every indentured that came their way. Clarissa knew if she kept with her story about Celia being an indentured close friend lost to war, her lie would be discovered and down the line, so would she. She could not jeopardize the mission so she had to play this game cautiously.
"Milady," A servant roused Clarisse to rosy reality.
Claris
