Weeks of travel below decks saw Mina squinting as she emerged into the sunlight at long last. Her fellow passengers brushed past her in various states of pleasantry, some rude, most uncaring; chattering excitedly as they walk the gangplanks to the docks. The woman drew up her hood, not so much to hide her features but to shelter sensitive eyes from the blistering sun.
As she alighted on the docks at the tail of the throng, the apparent aristocrat addressing her took her aback. There was a moment of floundering panic as the result of weeks of isolation took their toll. She found her voice after a few moments, only to say; "To pay a life debt, good sir, as we must all." She bid him a hurried curtsy and hurried past, clearly not desiring to elaborate.
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