The two of you stare at each other in a moment that seems to stretch into an eternity. It's the serving girl, either coming in to clean up your prison or bring you some food, you can't be sure at the moment. The point is that she's here. Why did she come so late at night?
The girl is about your age, young with features from a foreign land that you can't identify. You've never known much about the places outside of your little corner of the world. Her eyes and hair are dark, both almost black, in a way that doesn't match the looks of any local. But her skin is as pale as yours, perhaps even more so, and a fair amount of it is visible from the meager clothing the bandits have given their wench. Then you notice the tattoo: just below the woman's exposed navel is a small rune that anyone in any land understands. "Slave." This girl was bought from a slave trader, either from the bandits themselves, or from someone they plundered. In either case, the woman is no more than property to them. Even if she were to escape, she'd have to hide the mark from everyone. An escaped slave has little rights in any land, and the authorities didn't take kindly to their emancipation.
"What are you doing?" the serving girl asks again. "You can't let it out! Don't you what that is?" Her voice is low and quiet, with a faint accent of somewhere exotic that again betrays her foreign origins. But whoever she is and wherever she's from, you're glad she's at least not shouting.
"It's ok." You tell her, trying to calm her down and reassure her. "It won't hurt anyone, it's just a tickle dragon…" you can hear the dragon bristling at being called 'just' a tickle dragon, but he doesn't press the issue, seeming to understand the situation.
"But… if it gets out… they'll be angry!" The girl retorts. "We'll all be blamed! You have to stop!" Her voice is starting to raise in volume, signs of alarm growing in her voice. You needed to get her on your side.
"Hey, we’re not so different. We're both their captives, right? Why don't you come with me?" You ask, and the woman looks at you curiously. "Help me get the tickle dragon free, and its promised to help me get away. You could come too! It's got to be better than being a slave for these bandits, right?"
The girl pauses, thinking about the possibility. You didn't exactly give the tickle dragon any say in this, but if it gets you both out of here, it can't object, right? Two women can undo the ties twice as fast as one. Your eyes look hopeful as she considers the possibility, before finally speaking:
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