Anya looked around curiously and took in their new surroundings. Her papa was right, they were far from home. At least a hundred feet, by her calculations, and that was whale-size.

"Whales are big," she stated, still looking around, "Anyways, can I take off the cloak now that it's night? It's really hot in here, and I look like a bad guy. Only bad guys wear cloaks, right papa?"

The slave auction caught her eye, and she continued on that train of thought, "Can I give my cloak to that guy? He's mostly naked, and he could catch a cold if he doesn't put something on."