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*Sylinda keeps her voice low, fearful and deferential. She keeps her head down, shoulders slumped and sniffs loudly from time to time. Every fiber in her body screams to throw her head back and scream with joy, with rage. Her body trembles with the urge to stride through the manor striking down the foul corruption that resides within and restoring the rightful order of way of life.*
"Yes mistress," she stammers. In a whisper, "Perhaps the slavemaster can help us. Whether willing or not, he can take us the Baroness."
"Yes mistress," she stammers. In a whisper, "Perhaps the slavemaster can help us. Whether willing or not, he can take us the Baroness."