'This is really bad,' Irene thought as she looked down the small gallery and to the main floor of the massive warehouse.
Every free inch of space, save for some narrow corridors for people to walk through, was filled with cages. And with just a single look, Irene confirmed that most of those cages were currently housing people.
Her people.
'Even if they are not from the royal tribe…' Irene thought, her hands clenching at the barrier that separated the small passage from the rest of the massive warehouse.
Depression mixed with fury deep at the bottom of Irene's soul. Yet, both of those emotions ended up dwarfed by the sense of powerlessness that appeared next.
She was in the middle of the free city of Chalk, a formerly small settlement created by the exiles and adventures who decided to make their living in this hostile land.
