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Slavery was common in the City of Hemels. Something that Mariam wasn't accustomed to. The young female nearly bumped into a man in black clad with two people over his shoulders. Sharp feminine features gazed up at him. A scowl and a shimmering of brilliance in her eyes, would expose her disdain. She was new to the out side world that much could be seen but she was no fool. Her jaw locked and ticked during the brief encounter. Her steady left hand would reach up and grab the well crafted, metal shaft of her spear. Anyone watching would see the heat in her expression but 'would she do anything', was the question agonizing her mind. Could she do anything? Quick to take in her surroundings, she knew the bitter truth. No, would be the answer and her hand would slide off the hilt slowly. With a huff, Mariam would continue into the Inn with a large black drake carved into the wooden sign above it's door.

Mariam upon entry felt her spirits lower a bit. How could she have the freedom to travel and explore, yet another was denied such a simple leisure in life. The Metani female shook her head. Her cocoa hair spilling over her shoulders, yet her hair remained in a long pony tail. The woman walked up to the fat inn keeper through a wall of people. His robust nose and cheeks raised as he smiled. With a gold piece and some silver returned, the female gained a night at the inn and a meal. Once she set her belongings in her room she ventured back down to eat the meal she had ordered. Despite her anger, she knew she had to eat.