You follow the Faceless woman back through the portcullis gates and down a steep ramp into a long room of pillars. Open air, some thirty-feet above, raptures the hall in light and shadow.

"You impotent little creature! You were meant to die!" barks a plump Masked as he thwacks a cane across the woman's back. "Say it!"

"I was meant to die," repeats the slave.

"I?" questions the Masked man.

"This slave was meant to die," cries the slave.

"Worthless," the man says, spitting on her. "The iron is in your blood, not your arm."

You need information about the city and there is something about this slave woman that tells you there is more to her than meets the eye. Freeing her from this situation may see her help you in kind.