![]() The attitudes of the rest of the caravan members changed very rapidly once they'd seen to their comrade, who was screaming bloody murder and clasping one hand to his gushing cheek by the time they managed to separate me from him. Nobody ever expects a runaway bride to be carrying a knife up her sleeve. He had even picked me up by the scruff of the neck and threatened to beat submission into me if I didn't agree to go back to the city with him. It was evident that he thought he could get some easy money, selling me off as some fool's harem slave. One of the caravan guards had made a bit of a fuss when they'd first found me, a couple of days into the journey, claiming I was a runaway bride who should be returned for a healthy sum from some greedy noble. The caravan crew had been pleasant enough, or at least not entirely unpleasant. ![]() I finally left the caravan weeks later, ducking off into one of the backstreets of the big city it was rolling into. ![]() ![]() Part One: Welcome to Calradia - Beware of Rocks ![]()
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