(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"This way," Annah said, leading me by the arm.
The woman we spoke to wore shoddy clothes but her demeanor was one of
elegance, unlike that of the people who surrounded her. Her skin was clean
and smooth, lacking the yellow tint of the inhabitants of this ward. Her face
was awash in relief when we approached, and she smiled at Annah.
"I thank the powers that you returned, Annah," she sighed and looked to
me, "My name is Trist, and I am in need of the services of a mercenary..."
She paused and examined me more carefully. "If appearances are any
indication, you would seem to be such an individual."
I nodded. The title was somewhat militant, but it would suffice, "What
exactly is it that you want of me?"
"The heart of the matter is that I am to be sold into slavery for a crime I did
not commit. I am in need of a champion, someone who will help me prove
my innocence and free me from this fate..." She paused and looked at me
expectantly.
"Tell me exactly what's going on."
Trist sighed as she began her tale. "My husband died recently and left me his
business. I am not business-oriented so I decided to sell. Not long afterward
I was contacted by a lender saying a loan on the business had not been
paid..."
"I examined all the documents my husband kept and found that there had
indeed been a loan taken, but it had just recently been paid in full. I
explained this to the lender and, a few days later, he asked for a copy of the
document... It was nowhere to be found." She looked concerned and paused
to think.
"Well, when I could not prove that the loan was paid, the lender took me
before the court. My monies were taken and applied to the balance owed.
Since it did not pay off the loan, I am to be sold on the block to try and
recover the remaining amount due." She gave me a forlorn look.
"I don't understand, why sell you into slavery?" Dak'kon scowled at the
mention of the word, and Annah's lips pursed.
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