Sinna was a lovely, slightly drunken Isldar. She sat in the tavern, a bottle of vodka in her hands that was half empty despite just reaching her hands.
The Isldar was happy, in her own bubbly world, the slight tilt of the bar with the tinge of vodka making the edges of her vision blurred and dusty.
She stood, humming a tune she had caught from someone who's name was lost on her.
The woman trotted, well while she thought she did, she more stumbled through the streets, humming and singing loudly in the streets as she went, not a care in the world.
The shadows shifted.
The woman kept up her little show, singing and half spinning-half nearly falling on her face as she made her way back to her home.
Turning the corner, she saw another Isldar and, in her drunken state, believed it her sister.
"Danny!" She called out, a wide grin spreading across her face despite having attacked her sister only two nights ago. As she was about to make her way to her twin, a hand, from around the corner she had just passed, grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.
A hand flew to her mouth before she could scream and she was slammed to the wall.
Darkness.
When her eyes flickered open, a dress was being offered to her. The woman, in her hung over, horrible state, took the dress and pulled it on. Chains were put on her wrists and she was dragged out.
The Isldar blinked and when her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she was greeted by many pairs of eyes and people standing belong her. She smiled and went to say hello before a voice cut her off.
"Two-hundred for the Isldar!"
@Nhatka
