Sera sighed. Looking around, she scratched her head in frustration when she realized that she was standing in the same place that all this had started. Square one. The Reception Hall. People gawked and pointed as they went by, and Sera couldn’t help but look down at her tattered self. She was covered in scars and bruises. A loincloth and a sackcloth halter were all she possessed. Her feet were calloused, her nails were filthy, and she was baked brown behind all her white scars and healed gashes from Master Xabla’s careful tutelage. She felt naked without Master Xabla.
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