and a new journey began

And a new journey began
A guest had been brought to the let chamber of the inn. qui found an ease in serving the man and took note that his gaze often found her with every movement. Shorl kept quiet for most of the eve, chewing on a bit of bread and dipping it into his wine rather than spending his time in entertaining the man. Each of her movements came with a fluid grace as she seemed to glide about the pair. The goblets were never allowed to empty and dishes were gathered as the bits of food were abandoned. The girl was unobtrusive to their conversations though the guest would often lift his eyes to watch her before speaking again to her protector. The ahn was not late when Shorl growled and snatched his coin pouch and without a word stalked out the door. It stopped the girl in her tracks for a moment but it hadn't taken much time to recover. She knew .. she understood. She had been sold. The request for her to gather her things came in a much softer tone than she had become accustomed to with the other men. All she took with her was the cloak she had been allowed. Even the small card she'd been given in the insula was left behind. She would not need it now.
It was almost a relief to step out into the fresh air of the streets and heel behind the man. There was no compacency in her actions now as she strode just to his left with her head lifted. She simply never looked back.