So...this is how the story of Yuriana is meant to end. Stripped of her attire, dignity, any semblance of freewill—destined to be sold to some perverse nobleman, or worse yet, a passing Slaver. The thought alone caused the Nord to shudder as she curled herself tighter against the cold stone wall of her holding cell. The sounds of whips cracking and accompanying sobs echoed from deeper in the mine, followed by the raucous laughter of her captors. *Why did I think I could do this alone?* The Dibel...