Markings of Ownership

Andrea balked, holding up a hand. "What? Tattoos?"

"Of course!" said Nekarb, grinning. "We will get you some proper clothing, but the coverings are tattoos that identify you as belonging to our master. Without them, you would be free game." he then chortled darkly.

Andrea did not like this at all. "I am no ones property!", she said, walking back over to the bed and sitting on it indigently. "I am not getting tattooed, so you can go tell your master to stuff it!"

Nekarb hooted and hawed, tears leaking out of his eyes as he laughed. "OH, Andrea from Allaria, you are truly amazing. You are in the realm of the damned, and yet you cling to propriety and self-value. You dare to think that you possess free will. Oh, I will deliver your messages to the master personally."

"What of Breakfast?" asked Andrea, sounding braver than she felt.

"Oh, you don't want me to bring you out there if you refuse the coverings." Nekarb shook his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You wouldn't enjoy his displeasure. IN any case, I am going to go tell him that you refuse his offer. I am sure he will not be pleased, and things are going to go poorly for you at that point."

Andrea felt her will wavering, did she really want to provoke her unwanted host? "Last chance, dearie," said the dwarf, his hand on the door. "What will it be? I like your spunk, and so does he, but ye go too far lass."

1. "I refuse to be 'covered'. But, you can skip the 'stuff it' part." Nekarb shakes his head in mock sadness, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
2. Andrea decides to go with the dwarf after all. She can at least see what the "Room of Envisionment" is like.
3. Andrea leaps off the bed, rushing the dwarf, and knocking him down, escaping into the hall.
4. Andrea decides...

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