mayaminamoto reblogged your post and added:
(...) Food for thought for now (I don’t expect answers right now, just leaving it here for you to play with): the caravan is leaving town tommorrow, you’re leaving with them. Why?
I was a...n indentured servant in this bloody town for four years and now I don’t want to be here anymore.
Want to hear more? My family used to be wealthy physicians until they lost everything. Don’t ask. Let’s just say someone died. Someone important. Anyway, they got into huge debts and sold me to the owners of an inn. I actually wished they had sold me to someone who could make use of my skills. They got rusty in time...
A harlot? Haha, no, I was just a waitress, but perhaps being a harlot would have paid more? Maybe I would have got out of that place earlier? The owners weren’t the best people, you know... or maybe you don’t know, since they tend to be sweet as honey to their guests. But he tried to lay his hand on me and she scolded me all the time. Not the most pleasant memories.
Sometimes I sang, though. My singing voice is average, but I know many songs and the guests were pleased.
Still, they kept insisting my debt was too big, they had paid too much for me and I wasn’t making enough money to make up for it. They just didn’t want to let me go. But then... One day that rich traveller in flamboyant clothes and a ridiculous hat came and stayed for two nights. And before leaving he paid my debt, just like that. For no particular reason. He said he liked my songs, but that couldn’t be enough, could it? Maybe he just didn’t care about money.
No, I don’t think I owe him anything, otherwise he would have taken me with him. This means I’m independent now and I can leave. I don’t mind travelling for a while. It’s actually quite appealing.
