Sibillia wakes up groggy. She recalls her encounter with Smiler at the temple. He had drugged her, waving something under her nose that overpowered her senses. She collapsed into his arms, and that was that… It was done in broad daylight surrounded by many priests, but Smiler was no fool. “O my good lady! You have fainted! You are clearly overworked, best get you to the temple of Shallya…” he had declared. It was enough to escape suspicion. Smiler was an agent of the Purple Hand who had tried to kill her once before, and now he had taken her.
Sibillia found herself tied to a chair. Her arms are free, yet a rope is tied around her waist to the chair, and her legs are also tied. She finds herself at in a small rundown hovel, trash and rubbish lay scattered about...Read More