Saalyn"s body had indeed been transported to the workshop Aldower had reserved for the taxidermist. The porters had put it down in a very awkward way. Gently, Sardar lengthened the limbs and examined it again, much more thoroughly than before. Then he left, leaving his young assistant behind to join his employer.
Once alone, she lost her fearful air. She was confidence and no longer looked like an abused little slave despite the rags covering her. From her luggage, she took out an outfit that was more appropriate than the one, bordering on indecency, that the Drow had given to the warrior. It looked very much like the one she used on missions. She dressed her. If it wasn’t for her paleness due to the cold, someone entering the room would have thought she was sleeping.
In her room, Deiran
