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You take the baby bird with you. In your cell, more like a small room in the central complex without even a lock on the door, you set up a nest for it by the window. Perhaps one day, it will learn to fly away on its own.
<span class="mu-r">"Hmm. Is that your pet?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"What- oh no. It was just injured..."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"You are kind to animals?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Yeah. I've always been good with animals. Better then people, honestly."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Haha, I feel the same way."</span>
You are met with by <span class="mu-s">Brun Anak</span>, the son of <span class="mu-i">Zaj</span>. He says he has come to check on you, and offer you work in the camp.
<span class="mu-b">"I'm surprised you didn't force me to help out yet."</span>
He frowns.
<span class="mu-r">"We do not cut off tails here. Blondes do not take men as slaves."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Every society takes slaves. Today, they are called felons and debt-inheritors. In the past, they were contracted employees. The name has changed, but not the status."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"We do not. We do not inflict such a shame upon a warrior."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Are all blondes warriors?"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Every man is."</span>
You aren't sure how to respond.
<span class="mu-r">"Do you consider yourself a warrior?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"I am a Solider."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"That's not what I asked."</span>
>Yes
>No
