An escaped slave...
Vakiyv bound an old woman to a chair and peeped through the gaps in her ramshackle of a house. They had fled from the border before the mercenaries could find them. Returning to the scavenger's world wasn't much of a choice, considering they had run out of options. They couldn't risk getting caught.
"The street is too quiet. It seems no one lives here anymore. It's so quiet around here. Children aren't hanging around, neither are the peddlers."
The old crone flashed her missing incisors and wheezed quietly, "They are on the hunt for you two. No matter where you hide, they'll find you." No matter how hard she tried to raise her voice, coupled with the frustration on her face, she appeared like an inflated plastic bag. It must have been hurtful to have the urge to speak, and no one showed interest. The hag's face fell with disappointment. She couldn't scream for help or cry out in danger.
