In the middle, a woman sits crosslegged. Her red hair is a tangled, filthy mess, streaked with soot from the brand and dirt of an unidentifiable source. She takes deep breaths, eyes closed, focusing on the pain from the brand and a stitched-shut but still obviously recent wound to her lower back.

Eventually, she reopens her eyes and exhales slowly, muttering to herself, "So this is Mitra's mercy, then. Fitting. Yet another lie."

When she hears the half-orc laughing, she frowns and gives him a glare, but says nothing, content to sit and remain in silence.

Spoiler: OOC
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