[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zGN7UvV.png?1[/img][/center] Shackles. Again. Aelsu had thought the Order would be a place where she could earn her freedom, but it seemed to quickly not be the case. The heavy shackles were only a minor inconvenience, really, but it was a statement. An infuriating reminder that she was owned. Property. She'd rather have died honorably on the battlefield than this again...but perhaps, such was her fate for not being a true Orisiri. Her gods perhaps, enjoyed her torment and rightfully so. She should have died in the Arena years ago. She was just far too stubborn too. If the gods wanted to constantly test her, then she'd overcome until she had earned her freedom and redemption, even if it never came. The Orisiri listened with only trained attention to the words of the lieutenant at the port. As the shackles came off, Aelsu merely flexed her hands, taking a moment to get the feeling of them off of her body, ignoring the shouts of anger. Understandable. Criminals and outlaws being bought to your land? No one would find the idea welcome. She'd probably do something similar. Perhaps. Perhaps. The people of Haev were simply being cautious of troublesome outsiders that they didn't ask for or want. She followed the others obediently, without much thought, taking note of the different people. She had spent most of her life in the Pits, in and out of cells or stone buildings...being outside for a change was refreshing. What wasn't though, were the merchants from Eroammir, peddling their wares. Anyone watching, could easily tell Aelsu was having to physically restrain herself from doing something rash, but thankfully once they reached their destination Aelsu's thoughts were focused on it. At least it was outside, and not something that barely passed as an upgrade from a cell. Better than the Pits, at least. She'd take it. The Lieutenant began speaking again, telling them this was to be their home. Aelsu folded her arms across her chest, but said nothing. As long as she wasn't in the Pits, she'd live. Lions, beasts, and blood thirsty criminals had yet to best her in combat, she wasn't going to complain about being a little cold. The only thing that seemed to catch her attention, was the ring people were using for wrestling. Hm. Perhaps she could find some decent entertainment there, but she was quickly ushered once more towards an important looking tent. Commander Vaughn was quick to introduce himself, and Aelsu immediately didn't like him. Talked too much, and that word 'redeemed' again. Annoying. She had nothing to repent for in these foreign lands. What she had done, was merely try to earn her and those in the pits their rightfully deserved freedom from a barbaric society masquerading as enlightened. She ignored her companions. She didn't care about their immediate opinions, but it sounded like the Order had no business being in Weirn anyways, if they were met with such resistance. But that wasn't her place to say such things. [color=9e005d]"...you took me from an honorable death,"[/color] Aelsu replied coolly. She was still wearing her armor, most of her appearance being completely hidden, but her voice likely now gave her away as an Orisiri. [color=9e005d]"at the hands of those godless mongrels of Eroammir. Yet you give me some semblance of freedom, despite being so blatantly shackled...so you have my spear, for now. Don't squander it."[/color]