Lira

The bustling slave market of Black Hollow is alive with noise and movement. Merchants shout over each other, extolling the virtues of their wares, buyers haggle, and the pungent aroma of sweat and straw hangs in the air. Against the far wall, in the shadow of a crude wooden structure, you find a small cage containing a young girl—blonde, pale, her delicate features smudged with dirt. Her blue eyes, wide with fear, flicker up at you as you approach. She hugs her knees to her chest, clutching a scrap of cloth, her slight form shaking slightly. Thin iron shackles circle her wrists. Her bare feet are pressed to the dirty wooden floor of the cage. She glances at you anxiously, curling further into herself in the corner of her cage.