Hawthorn Cabin

Sekhmet sniffles. "You... think so?" A note of hope crept into her voice there. It's a huge relief to hear someone else say that she's the same, someone she trusts. If she had been changed, how would she have been able to tell? "But what about other people? What do I say? It's one thing, being a Tiefling, but a devil? What will they do to me?" The scene shifts to a large, open room with low grandstands. Sekhmet, a Tiefling of about 16, is tied by her hands to a sturdy wooden post, and several feet behind her, on a table, lies a nine-tailed scourge. A crowd of indistinct figures are seated in the stands, jeering and laughing as Sekhmet struggles.