A young woman walked down the dirt road, a dear skin bag, filled with all of her belongings, slung over her shoulder. She had been walking for two days now, where she was going, she didn’t yet know. Little did she know her fate would be set in front of her by the end of the day.
By midday the young girl stopped for lunch, sitting alongside the dirt road up against a tree and out of the way of other travelers. Pulling out a smaller bag of dried meat and fruit she slowly began to fill her stomach, unaware of the danger closing in on her until the shouts and laughs of men could be heard.
Coming in view from around a slight bend in the road was a large party of men on both horseback and foot, towing along a few carts of supplies. All of men were dressed in clothes that looked like they belonged to higher class people, but the men didn’t have the faces or the body movement for it. The way they hunched, how dirty they were, like thugs and thieves.
Upon spotting and realizing who