*In the main room, there are now about a dozen slave girls of various races and ethnic backgrounds. A Wood Elf woman steps towards Karma as she enters the room then pauses and gasps at the sight of Mergoux*
Wood Elf: M'lady! M'lady! We need to thank- Is that... her? The Butcher?
*The other former slaves press forwards, some cautious, others afraid, but most curious*