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located in Vallea, a part of Drawn Asunder, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Samara  DeVries Character Portrait: Cyrus
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Samara pointedly tried to ignore Nicholas and his grumblings, his mistrust only making her more stressed. He had every right to be upset, and he was likely correct, but why on earth was he venting to his fellow humans? Stupid git. She regarded Edith curiously before going silent to listen. After a moment, the farm girls observation proved correct, causing a chill to travel down Samara's spine. Despite the beauty of the gardens, something seemed...off. Samara also found herself glancing at the tall tower at the gardens center, keeping close to Mirela as she daintily sniffed a bright flower beside one of the fountains. The trickle of water was pleasant, but the serene atmosphere was ruined for the noble upon the revelation recieved from Edith's words. No birds in a garden was just wrong.

She and the others didn't have long to ponder, the man who'd taken them prisonor arriving to spoil the mood. Despite his differences, he was clearly the same being who had attacked their village. The smile confirmed it, even if he otherwise appeared a quality nobleman. Samara spared him a glare, though she found his blue eyes just as impossible to look away from as the dark ones she had seen hours prior.

The sight of the wolf only mildly concerned her, though a terrified whimper came from Godfrey. The man was probably the oldest amongst the group, but certainly no less sturdy. For all his strength though, the blacksmith had always harbored an unnaturally strong fear of anything canine. He'd been frightened of dogs since his childhood, and a wolf was far more intimidating. He hovered towards the back of the group, also trying to ignore the taunting sneer of Nicholas. As the wolf snarled in warning, poor Godfrey nearly wet himself in terror, shrinking back with a muffled cry of fear. Edith, unlike Nicholas, was sympathetic towards the blacksmith and attempted to reassure him.

Several of Farrock's residents relaxed during the man's speech, one even looking fully relieved. Clearly they had forgotten the circumstances that led them here. It was pretty, but a pretty cage is still a cage. Samara was all too aware of that. Her fists clenched at her side, eyes never leaving the mansion's owner.

"What's the point in askin anyways? You drag us all out here, show off yer fancy home, and suddenly want us to work for ya? Ya think we're a couple of idiots or something? Listen asshole, I ain't above being bribed and bought to work for better, but I sure as hell don't deal with shady nonsense like this. If all you wanted was some workers, why'd ya burn our homes?" Nicholas retorted, his anger clouding both his judgement and tongue. As a result, he subconsciously alternated between his casual banter and what his momma called 'proper' speak.
Samara was struck by the realization that part of his ire was based on fear as well as suspicion. That made two of them.

But being stupid about it was going to land him in trouble as it always had when his mouth and temper got the better of him.

The villagers of Farrock glanced around, most discussing amongst themselves. While a few of the villagers nodded their compliance, Samara sought for her words while Mirela nudged her gently. "M-maybe if we're good this won't be so bad..." she murmured, willing to do just about anything to avoid an underground cell. The mere thought made her weak in the knees.

"Might we be allowed back when we finish assisting you?"
"Is there a way to send word to my family that I'm ok?"
Several people spoke openly now, though most just nodded in assent.

Finally, Samara's voice chimed in, taking considerable effort to calm her nerves and appear collected. It was one of the perks of being brought up among nobles; she was educated and knew how to engage strangers properly with decorum- no matter how she felt. She could only hope her false calm was as good with him as it was with obnoxious suitors.

"If you simply wanted individuals to work for you, did you not think to simply ask us? You may have gotten more than ten of us if you had simply explained you had an important task that we were to help with in exchange for shelter, food, and clothes." She started, careful not to show her ire like Nicholas.
"Am I allowed to inquire what type of work warranted such drastic and violent measures?"