"Been a while, hasn't it?" The withered mother's body propped back up on its feet like a spring returning to its form. A smirk cut the view through her long messy hair, and the child she lifted with one hand and the two laughed in unison with a haunting yet familiar voice. "You want your daughter? Kahkahak~ Take her!"
Holding the babe towards June, the woman snickered to herself.
"Who is that?" Brien tried to step up to resolve the issue, but with Raven's hand propping up in front of him, he was forced to stand behind the group. "Do you know her?"
"Slaver, answer us!" Stomping her heels, Ellia directed her attention to the slaver instead of the party. Yet the man frozen in fear could barely move a lip, much less speak. "What is the meaning of this? Why do you have a child in a cage?!"
