The MineralogistVoi tripped as Makla shoved her into a cell, and she sprawled across the dirt. The cell door closed behind her with an unforgiving clang. “This is what you have to offer?” Voi asked bitterly.
“You may be one of the oppressed,” Mohmud said from behind, “but trust must be earned. Forgive me, but this is necessary.” He whistled sharply between his teeth. Kyra came forward holding a small metallic case. She placed it on the ground then knelt next to Voi, procuring a syringe and a bottle of liquid from the case.
Voi cringed.
Kyra retrieved some liquid with the syringe, wearing a crooked smile. Then she tugged on Voi’s arm, causing her to protest softly. Ignoring this, Kyra rolled up Voi’s sleeve to reveal her forearm. “The less you resist, the less this will hurt. Try not to
