She woke up, battered and bruised. Not that anyone could really see the bruises through her jet black skin. She had been beaten and attacked more viciously than ever in the past. She looked over and saw the man her father had sold her to this time, with the large knife in his chest. He was dead and she had been the one who killed him. She was unable to kill him though before he used her, like all the others had done in the last twenty years. To her race, she was still considered a young child but she felt more like an elderly woman. Her body had been ravaged by the men her father received money from since she was ten. As she faded back to unconsciousness she stifled a inaudible cry.
Ronjathan walked into the dark, filthy abode unprepared for what he would see. Stepping into the room he saw a young female drow, who appeared to be dead. It looked as if his job had already been done for him when he glanced over at the bloody ruffian sitting there. The female was not too far from the dead target. He looked closer to try and see who could have completed the task for him when he realized she was gasping for air. He knelt down and turned her over. She opened her eyes and tried to scream but she could make no sound. He felt her chest area trying to figure out what had happened to her. He took the filthy blanket that she had been tangled in away . He then realized what had happened when he saw that she had no clothing on and several deep cuts, and burns all over her body from the cigar that was still in the mouth of the deceased criminal. Having a daughter himself he felt horridly for what the female must have gone through. He hated seeing women abused in such a way.
He casted a calming spell on her and then a sleeping spell. He knew she was scared and that he could not help her if he did not do this first. He covered her and looked around for her clothing. The only thing he could find that could have been hers was a filthy, holey dress. It was obvious she had not been taken care of. Her hair was matted and oily and she had not had a bath in some time. He carefully wrapped her in the blanket and teleported them to his room at the nearby hotel. He had decided to take her home to care for her with his wife, hoping he and his family could help her through what she had already faced. The child would fit in well with the elven family. He had his unseen servant clean her up while he ran to the general store to buy the child some travelling clothes. By the time he returned to the hotel her bath had been completed and her hair had been brushed. He handed his servant the clothing and began to bandage up her more serious wounds. He casted some healing spells on her and made sure that she was comfortably sleeping. Knowing elves normally do not sleep he chose to cast a higher level spell on her that would help her heal and keep her asleep until he got her home. His wife, Tangel, would know how to care for the young woman and his daughter would enjoy having another young female around.
After his work was done, he had the stablehands get his wagon hitched and he pruchased a mattress for the back. He disguised her with yet another spell so when travelling no one would recognize her. If anyone knew she was with the vagabond, they may be looking for her for his murder. He laid her carefully in the back of the wagon. He wished he could have made the creep suffer a slow painful death for what he had done to the girl. He wondered how long she had gone without eating and gave her some water and his ring of sustenance so that she could have some nutrition (the ring feeds the wearer through magic while they are wearing it).
He also had other worries about her future with the amount of abuse she had suffered. He watched her sleeping and thought of what he would have done had it been his own daughter treated so shabbily. He could not understand how someone could do this to a child like this. He bit his lip in frustration and anger and his hands turned white as he rolled his fists into a ball around the horse's reins on the wagon. He had to begin thinking of what to tell his wife about the incidents of the day.
She woke up to a fresh smell and a comfortable bed with clean sheets around her.