Kith? Is that you?
Someone was holding her gently, and something cool was running over her lips. Parting them slightly, she could taste water. Her eyelids felt weighted by lead, and she struggled to open them. The sound of voices penetrated the fog in her mind, hundreds of them, a degree of panic in them all. The acrid stench of lightning mingled with hot metal, unwashed bodies, and burning flesh, burning her nostrils. All of her senses now awake, her eyes finally opened, but not to the familiar face she had expected.
Hovering above her were two strange men. One, a formidable figure wearing a hood, glowered at her, though her panicked mind managed to register a hint of kindness in the azure eyes. The other was a boy, probably around her own age, who did not appear threatening. Terrified by their unfamiliarity, Ren planted her hands on the floor and tried to sit up, then push backwards, away from them. Her efforts were thwarted by the steady hand that had been supporting her head.
Turning her haunted, smokey-blue eyes on what appeared to be her captors, she fought to recall where she was. Events poured slowly into her memory, until finally she remembered moving to talk to the guard, and the sign. The shock had less impact than before, but the idea of being sold to another human being still turned her stomach. Completely terrified, the cleric could not stop her quivering lip or the tears that welled up in her eyes.
"What are you going to do with me?" Her voice sounded far away and scratchy, as though she had a cold.
The panic of the crowd drew her attention, and she peered out at them, though the burly guard above her blocked her view of the door. It seemed as though everyone suddenly had a better place to be, though their wild gazes often referred back to the ground in front of the cage. Following the glances, she noticed some people laying on the street, their bodies smoking slightly. They appeared to be dead, though Ren couldn't tell for sure. She longed to go to them and help, but her bag was with Kith somewhere in the Salvar wilderness.
Overhead, clouds began to roll in, and the breeze that had kept the warm day mild, cooled and quickened. Shivering slightly, the cleric sneezed, the soft sound reminiscent of a cat's sneeze. It's probably going to rain... But what will happen to me? Is this what my Goddess wills of me? A hot tear escaped, rolling down her soft cheek only to splash on her chest armor. "Please... don't kill me..."