Miel watched the gypsies leave, slightly disappointed. They provided enjoyable entertainment. She shifted her attention to a man telling stories not far down from her. She moved to watch and listen from a better spot. She stood casually, when in reality she was watching the crowd for any danger. Slave traders were always on the look out for unwary people.

Miel pulled her hood down, wanting to be able to listen to the story better, revealing her pale hair and two-toned eyes. With her hood down, she was fairly easy to be identified for being an Ar'i La'ii. A part of her wanted to be approached by a slave trader, then she could find some of those who caught some of her people. She had been forbidden to do this by her father, the chief of their tribe, but she never was one for following orders.

She listened to the man's story contently, it was a good tale. She couldn't tell if it was true or not, but unconsciously she closed her eyes to listen to it. When she opened them, a man stood by her, looking at her curiously. "You like this story? I can take you somewhere where there are many story tellers," he offered her. He must be a slaver, she thought. She gave him a nod and began to follow him. She was glad for the long sleeved of her cloak, her nails already extended to protect herself when she needed to.