Khero held out her wine glass, eagerly accepting another cup. May as well. She was going to need it, and she had to admit, it was the best tasting booze she'd had. Her usual affair tasted like piss. If she was going to be stuck here a while, she may as well take advantage in the meantime.
And so she sipped at it as the man spoke, a little surprised at his story. Poor girl. She wondered what happened to her, but didn't want to ask. It was a bit of a reassurance to hear such a story, though, for it sounded more like he'd rescued that one--and it gave her a little more insight into his character.
Then the subject came back around to her, and she started.
"Myself? Ah...alright. Hrm. Where to start...it's such a broad subject. I dunno whatcha wanna know? But I guess...well, whatever, I'll just go fer it. Okay. So..."
She pursed her lips. She wasn't the best at navigating social situations! Her world had been very small, for she trusted very few people outside her family--for good reason. The fewer people you trusted, the fewer people that could back-stab you later.
She cleared her throat and took a sip of wine, deciding upon a sanitized version of the truth.
"Been livin' on the streets of Cerenis nigh on most my life. Parents died of some illness when I was young, leavin' me in charge of my siblings. I raised 'em, pretty much, and it was just me and them against the world, just three orphans on the streets. Made a livin' as a healer," she said, pointedly leaving out the truth about their criminal activities. Not even Gwendolyn knew she was a thief; she'd never admitted to it and had fed her the same line. She had never wanted to give away anything that might reveal that she knew a little something about escape and being sneaky.
Gwendolyn had suspected; she'd seen the lash marks. But Khero had lied through her teeth, concocting a story of an abusive father, and she'd bought it.
"It's a hard life, livin' like that. Lotsa dangers. I'm sure ya can imagine. Muggers, murderers, rapists, and thieves, awful gangs, not to mention the guards themselves! They ain't there to protect urchins, lemme tell ya. Then there's the slavers, always prowlin' around. Well, a week ago, they found us. They nabbed me, but I think the kids got away. I dunno. I hope they did."