Possibly.... a meeting with Slith

The slaver dragged Eilwy behind the platform, where a group of nervous, chained women awaited their fate on the stage.

"Look who we have here, Slith," he smirked, yanking on Eilwy's leash and sending her sprawling to the dusty ground. "The Black Reaver herself! We'll get a fine price for this one!"

From the shadows came a thin, ill-favoured fellow with tight fitting britches. Something in his movement reminded Eilwy of a predatory bird, and she noted how the other women instinctively moved away from him. He eyed Eilwy with darkly amused and calculating eyes, clearly mentally undressing her despite her defiant look of cold fury.

"Ah, yes, she's a fine catch indeed," Slith purred. "But we should not rush her to the platform." He clicked his fingers, and several messengers jumped forward quickly. "I want word within the hour at the Mage's College, the Court, the premium whorehouses, the Temples, and the Guilds. Tell them the Black Reaver will be auctioned at sundown and will leave to warm the bed of the highest bidder. Tell them we will have her fitted with a Magetamer Collar, free of charge, so that they can begin her training as they will. Ah, look how her face falls! Your time as a free agent and **** of evil has now come to an end, my girl... you have some penance to pay, I think... on your knees, on your back, and with those pretty little lips."

Eilwy's muffled expletives caused laughter amongst the guards, and she kicked and struggled in her bonds on the dusty ground. This was something of a distraction - unseen by the guards, she had begun rubbing her bound wrists carefully against a particularly sharp stone lying in the dust. She didn't dare go quickly in case it attracted attention, but she'd only need her hands free for a moment to get her gag out - and then she'd make them all pay, starting with putting that dreadful Slith back in his place!

The slaver coughed, carefully. "If I may, Slith...? I believe she has enemies in some of the Great Houses as well. Should we...?"

"Of course!" grinned Slith, rubbing his bony hands together. "Well considered. Yes, advise the Great Houses as well. Why should they be excluded?"

He bent closer to Eilwy and whispered so only she could hear, enjoying the **** look in her eyes. "Its a common nightmare, isn't it? The one where you're naked and helpless in front of a group of your peers, and they're all laughing at you. Well, I hear its every bit as bad as it sounds. And try not to fight your blushing when you're out there, Black Reaver... over the years we've found that a red face often leads to a higher price."

Slith patted her cheek and then stood, clapping his hands. "Have her dusted down and prepared! Brush her hair! Give her a cleaning scrub! We want to get a good price!"

The guards closed in on Eilwy. She began rubbing her bindings furiously. Nearly there, dammit! Just another moment and she'd be free....!