Ramla in the meantime watched on with slightly bewildered eyes.... She listened very intently to what Mistress Syn had to say regarding her soul.... It had never occured to her that in becoming a slave would she also might have to relinquish her soul in the process...  A tiny furrow appeared in between her delicately arched brows as she pondered over the words.... Yet... What choice did she have? None really.... She would do as she was told and do it extremely well.... At least... She could hope to... Who knew where her fate lay? A shiver went up and down her spine... An omen perhaps of foreboding... Yet the die was cast, and she would accept it... As far as her soul was concerned, she would just come to it whenever she had to.... There was afterall no use wondering or worrying about it until that time came....

 

As the two spoke... She had never realized how tall her master was... He seemed to tower over everyone else.... It was a wonder he didn't graze the ceiling.... Yet consternation was over her features... What would he require of her? What sort of a master was he? She understood he was a deity of sorts.... Evil to be sure... but that didn't tell her anything of her duties.... She for one... could feel the onset of panic that she would not be able to do her best.... Yet she found some semblance of control and banked down her hysteria..... Taking soft deep calming breaths... Halting her thoughts to a complete stop before her imagination ran away from her.... She would find out soon enough, of that she was sure... And blanked out her thoughts... Paying only attention for her new master to sign to start her new life.