Thalia disliked being rented out as much as anyone, though it was a while since she’d been sent out for a house call. That was what most of the slaves and traitors called it when they were summoned to someone’s home by one of the guards, told to walk straight there or else.. There was always an ‘or else..’ though. It simply came with being owned by the city. They had license to do whatever they liked, whenever they liked. Truth be told, Thalia was having one of those days where she was well past caring. When you spent long enough here, everything blurred together. Today, she didn’t have the energy to be bitter or sad or mad about having to do anyone’s bidding. Coming to a stop at what she hoped was the right address, she knocked on the door, waiting patiently.
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