You are brought forward as the final prisoner in the latest raid of the Northern England. Other prisoners either died on the trip back to Nordingen or has been chosen to be slaves already. you're hands are tied behind your back with ropes and the ragged clothes you're wearing are damp with blood, sweat and sea water.

When they put you up on the wooden platform for everyone too see and bid on, a voice breaks through the rustle of the crowd. "I'll take this one. It'll make a perfect candidate for my ritual" *A woman, with strange markings on her upper body approaches and stands closer to you. two crows on each of her shoulders watch you closely as if examining you. "Take her to my hut. I'll prepare her" She says with a commanding voice.