I drifted off to sleep several times and slept soundly for a while, only to be suddenly awakened by the shrill sound of a crying female. This was surprisingly unusual, as this was not the normal kind of crying in response to a s****l release or an answer to the hard pain of a physical beating. This was weeping, a soul-felt sobbing that seemed to awaken the entire stockroom. Metal cages rattled, wooden ones creaked. Dozens of eyes looked out through thick bars as the girl stumbled forward, barefoot and naked, carrying a wad of leather and silver under her arm that seemed determined to slip from her grasp.
Wests girl?
It appeared so.
Her hands covered her face, though they hardly hid the red of her swollen eyes. But that was not the most startling part of her sudden appearance. As she st
