[center][color=7bcdc8][h3][i]Jehenne Alcroft[/i][/h3][/color][/center]
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Jehenne couldn't help but gasp when she heard her name be called. A another sting of humiliation shot up her spine as someone wanted to buy her. Her! This was absurd...but there was nothing to be done. She had done plenty of complaining and fighting on the way over here. It was too late, now. The sacking and plundering of her house, the realization of what had happened were all still freshly burned in her head. No time to get a word in. No time at all.

This cruel woman with an enchanted staff looked her up and down. Never before had she been so disgusted at someone calling her "wonderful." She wanted to shy away, but there was no where to go. These slavers were an unseemly time, even back when she was in her correct spot as a noble they made her uncomfortable. 

She taunted them. Were Jehenne's slaves paraded around town, naked like this? Did they even care? Of course they did...they were human after all. But they were lower station than her, it was their place in life. She wasn't supposed to be here! She wanted to speak. But she knew there was nothing to say that could change these people's minds. Words are like swords, they cannot be flung around violently. They must strike at the right time, at the right moment, to have the most affect. Everyone had their weak spot. Jehenne would just have to find it. It was just so hard to think. So hard to think!

Jehenne looked down at the slaver-woman nervously, dreading what was to come.