I turned around, expecting it to be some snooty rich person about to mock me.

I was correct; it was a tall, richly dressed young man. But where I expected to see a mocking grin, I saw a frown.

"What is your name, dear child?"

"Why do you care?"

He ignored me and asked a new question.

"Are you poor?"

I struggled out of his grasp, but he grabbed my arm again.

"Are you hungry?"

This time he didn't seem to want a response, he merely dragged me to the Blue Moon Inn.

I began to get a bit frightened, what was he doing?

"Sit."

He pointed to a table with one occupant, a very plump woman with think golden curls.

"Justice, is this her?"

The man –Justice, I'm presuming- nodded.

"Watch her, Swaha."

Swaha nodded and held on to my arm.

Justice was about to leave, but then turned to me.

"You a vegetarian? Allergic to anything? Don't like anything?"

I don't like you. I thought, but just shook my head in response.

He left then, leaving me alone with Swaha.

"What is he –you- doing?"

Swaha giggled like a schoolgirl.

"He's getting you some food. You need a bath and a change of clothes. Come now."

I shook my head, this was too much.

"Come on now, girl."

"My name is Vent and I refuse to-"

I was cut off by Swaha, suddenly scooping me up and bringing me upstairs.

"Here."

She pointed to a bathroom door.

"There's soap and such already in there. You can put this on when you're done. We'll have to buy you new clothes…"

She handed me an extremely fancy dress and shoved me into the bathroom.

I did need a bath, and this tub was oh-so fancy.