Hope can die on a single word( Basmu)

[Somniata]

Time Stamp: Day 82 of Summer, 512 AV Somniata was walking through the streets. She had switched owners, but not legally. She had been sitting in the slave market minding her own business, almost falling asleep while standing, something she needed to learn very quickly when she was stolen. She didn't sleep for a couple of days, but soon she learned. Anyways she was roughly woken by a group of bandits who was able to remove her chains and sneak her away with a few other slaves. Now they were making their way down a dark alleyway. The men were laughing making a ruckus, thinking they were far enough away from the slave market to make some noise. they were discussing going to the pub to buy a drink after selling the slaves to men with money, more than most in Sunberth. Something tickled her neck. Her ferret, Niva, was climbing out of the sleeve of her very tattered dress on to her shoulder. All the movement of walking must have woken her. Somniata tried to shoo the animal back into her sleeve, afraid that the bandits might hurt her. The bandits were too busy congratulating each other on the great job that they didn't notice. One of the other slaves had a cut on her hand. Somniata reached out for to her gift. Soon she found the herb, and silently applied the herb to the girl's wound. The other slaves had long since realized her gift for healing and would go to her for help. She would do her best and sometimes had to reach out to her Gnosis to help with some of the shallow wounds and stop large ones from festering. She was pulled back to the present by the sudden silence of the bandits. One had thought that someone was following them.