Mariel turned to the gentleman that had came to her.
She looked at him i n confusion.

"Excuse me," he said, "but I just had to see."

"Had to see what?" She asked in her sweet, lilting
voice. She was confused and tired and wondered just
what this man saw in her.

"I'm sorry... my name is Verloren. You left this at
the bar."

"Why would you be sorry?" Mariel spoke, staring down
at the letter. She gave it a look that someone would
give dung and ignored his handing it to her. "I don't
want it back. Trust me that I've got the contents of
it well memorized." She realized that her accent was
somewhere between british and french and told it to
firmly settle into one or the other. She turned back
to the window, looking out at the weather that she was
ill-dressed for. "My name is Mariel." She spoke
softly. "I don't remember the rest of it, just Mariel.
The rest of my name belonged to a girl that I no
longer am." She reached again to her neck, fingers
fumbling for a collar that still was not appearing at
her neck. She bit back tears that were threatening to
overwhelm her and wondered again just what this man,
this Verloren, saw in her that her Lord had not.

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Baroness Mariel Joseit D'elrissi, 22 year old bundle
of confusion ^_^

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