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[A bit of a weak update. Sorry for that. I will try to do better.]
Mira tells you of the missing girls. Right now, they are either working for the Caravan Master or watching over the soldiers, which leads them to introduce you to Medana. She was that Qartian guard that was with you when you woke up. You couldn't see her face thanks to her veil and headgear, but she had serious eyes. She was always a soldier, even before joining them. That is very rare for a Qartian. Women in the Thronelands and in the far north have always had far more rights than in Qart Hadasht.
The other two you will meet eventually, promises Mira, while scratching your scalp with her nails. The feeling gives you goosebumps.
Sara decides not to bore you with the story of Sivor, but he is not her child. The Sheish adopted him when he was already ten. Found him begging on the streets for food, thin as a scarecrow. Sara took care of him as her own child, since she lost her own when her hometown was raided.
The other girls continue to gush about how tall he became and that he would make a handsome husband when he retires.
You begin tuning out until sleep takes you away.
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You wake up with a sore throat and between sweat covered sheets. Your eyes move around, from corner to corner, looking for invisible nightmares that slowly but surely give way to your real surroundings.
It is not one of the three girls that wakes you up, but a Qartian woman wearing mercenary armor. Medana, you think. You slowly remember the past night while finding your bearings.
"Nightmares again?" Medana asks.
"Yes. Nightmares again." You respond. You don't remember the dreams this time, thankfully.
You look her in the eyes. As you remember, her eyes are serious and stony, but also soft around the edges. Even kind, one could say. She has unwashed locks of hair tied at the back of her head. Why doesn't she just shave them? Maybe she has her womanly vanity. Your fiancé used to take hours combing her long black hair in front of the mirror every morning. You never understood it.
"It is almost sunrise." Medana steps over her pillows and grab a cooking pot. "Help me with breakfast." It didn't sound as a question, but she moves on without waiting for an answer.
You notice she has not an ounce of an accent, unlike Coriander.
[You recovered 2 health and 20 fatigue, despite the nightly terrors. 4/11 health, 10/100 fatigue.]
>A - Sure. You could eat something, and you are feeling better.
>B - Decline and go outside to wait in line for the morning rations of bread and water. You don't really want to be around soldiers right now.
>C - Just hang around Medana and watch her cook. She is strangely attractive in her man-like clothes.
>D - Write-in.
