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Vadania scowled at the sound of the Sivyne's rough voice. It reminded her of an alleyway mutt that thought too highly of himself because he had acquired an abundance of mangy bitches. A minuscule smirk spread across the dark-skinned elf's face.

That mutt didn't taste half bad.

She instinctively crept back into the shadows of her cell. Her dark complexion allowed her to easily blend into the natural color of the grimy bricks. Vadania stowed away her lockpick and swiveled her pointed ears towards the man's grating voice. The dull throbbing in her head slowly faded as she focused.

Vadania's scowl returned as she listened. Fighters? Practices? She fidgeted with the thin sackcloth that had replaced her formidable leather cuirass. The slaver's babbling proved to be foreboding to the thief. While Vadania had expected to one day wake up in a prison cell after one of her nightly escapades, this took her completely by surprise. She ran her fingers through the knots in her hair, shaking both real and imaginary dirt loose. Vadania remembered that there was a colosseum in this city. It was a prime hunting ground for deep pockets and heavy purses that she had visited a few times.

Something had apparently gone wrong with her booking, and some dirty guard had dropped her in this cesspit rather than a cozy city jail with a bed and guaranteed three meals a day...

Who exactly did she piss off this time?

None of that mattered, however. Vadania took a calming breath. The plan was still the same. She would break out of the cell, strangle the location of her gear from one of the guards, find said gear, and high-tail it out of the city. Maybe she could stow away on a ship?

"Thing! Chow!" the man's slurring scream shattered her train of thought.

"Excuse me?" she lanced the slaver with an icy glare as her lips parted in a snarl. "What did you just call me?!"

He did not just say what she thought he said...