Dalansa
Little Miss Psychopath
Zeltros. What a world.
Such were Dalansa's thoughts as she walked the streets. It was, in some ways, similar to Shaddaa. Cities, buildings, towering overhead. But, in a way, it was different. The slave rings were nonexistent. There were still slave operations, but smaller, more discrete, and mostly sold for pleasure. She hated it, but she didn't know if she would loose her only safe refuge if she did. After all, [member="Christian Slade"] may be one of their customers. She couldn't. Her hands were tied.
Sighing, she stepped into the Red Dragon, looking for her master.
Such were Dalansa's thoughts as she walked the streets. It was, in some ways, similar to Shaddaa. Cities, buildings, towering overhead. But, in a way, it was different. The slave rings were nonexistent. There were still slave operations, but smaller, more discrete, and mostly sold for pleasure. She hated it, but she didn't know if she would loose her only safe refuge if she did. After all, [member="Christian Slade"] may be one of their customers. She couldn't. Her hands were tied.
Sighing, she stepped into the Red Dragon, looking for her master.