Zarramea:
(FINALLY free of the map!)

His trickery actually brought a smile to her lips, that explains so many things... A male slave in her mother's House could never have been assured of any stitch of clothing, but always of his collar.

"It could as easily be a trap or treasure as a key, but for tonight, we can't know."

A faint smile touched her lips, weighted with the previous discussion but still true. "Kelzir, will you sing for me? I feel heavy, I think there's room enough in here to dance, and the moonlight from the window will have to do. I ... will you do me the honor of helping my devotions, tonight?"