As you get closer to a clearing you hear voices. Soon you're able to see who the voices belong to. There are about twenty...twentysix men and they are leading other people into a wagon. The people in the wagon have their hands tied and aren't wearing much. Slave traders and their slaves. Just what I need, you think. You feel something bump your ankle.
"QuuckSilver! I told you to wait at camp," you whisper. QuickSilver whistles and trills and chirps in answer.
"Alright, alright. Just be quite." Though you have no idea what she said. While you watch QuickSilvers scale slowly change color to fit her mood.
"Come on let's go back to camp." QuickSilver reluctantly follows
Once you and QuickSilver are at camp she keeps talking to you using the series of whistles, trills, and chirps she always does.
"QuickSilver, if I did try to save them what chance do you think I would have? Even with you, there were about twenty men out there." You know what she wants to do. "You know what QuickSilver? It should be the other way around. I should want to go save the slaves and you should be the smart one." QuickSilver gives you an inquireing chirp.
"Yeah smart. You should know that if even if we snuck in they'd find us and get one new slave, I'm not sure if they'd let me keep you."
"Maybe if you ask real nice," a gruff voice says behind you. You don't have a chance to turn around, you feel the tip of a sword rest on your back. The slave traders are already tieing QuickSilver.
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