"So, what's your story?" Mika asked, as she used a set of what Erica's new knowledge identified as jewellers tools, which included what looked like pliers "Slavery is legal in some parts of the civilized world, but not anywhere near here. And you don't have any of the branding tattoos that are inscribed on people in those places."
"I was captured by orcs based not too far from here," Erica said, not sure where the words were coming from "I originally hail from Prince's Hamlet, a small town a few miles from here on the edge of the Danerian Woods. Myself and my hunting group were ambushed by orcs. While I'm a competent fighter, the hunters with me are more suited to hunting, and we were captured. Then the orcs did... things to me, until I found a way to escape."
Mika seemed to pick up on Erica's reluctance to talk about it, and didn't press her.
"Those orcs must answer for what they did to you, and presumedly the others who were captured," she said "But if they are as numerous as you say, we shall need reinforcements if we are to succeed. I will fulfil my side of our bargain. As you have probably already gathered, I am a Justice. Though several generations down from when my family first chose their independence from the angels. I'm a competent warrior, as all my family have been trained to be, but I'm no expert. I chose a path as a merchant, rather than as an adventurer."
"What news have you heard from Prince's Hamlet?" Erica asked
"Apparently the local goblin tribes have been more aggressive lately," Mika said "A group were seen moving south with a cage cart full of prisoners, but that was the last I heard of them."
There was a snap, and the collar around Erica's neck fell to the ground. Massaging her neck, Erica smiled gratefully.
"If you will wait a moment," Mika said "I will see if I can find the clothing I promised you."