I promised I would tell you the story of Falraenn's one failure. So gather around and hear my tale of caution and corruption. How one lone lass carried the pain will forever carry the pain of her actions, both as a scar on her face and her soul.
The job was like any the twins would send her on. They sale her for a night, a week, a month, to some wealthy man to enjoy her pleasures. While in his home, she was to pay attention to the goings on in the home. Since she was seen as deaf and with no way to communicate, she was often allowed to sit in on important meetings. The wealthy took pleasure in seating her on their lap and fondling her as they spoke to their contacts. It showed they held the power over someone, and that their contact could be the next to reach such a lowly place as the pretty girl with long red curls. At times she would be forced to sit without a stitch of clothing on, at other's offered to the contact of her temporary master. They were always temporary, she meant too much to the twins. Made them too much gold to ever be allowed to stay in one man's hands too long.
This job though, ended up being nothing like any of her past jobs. She was given, not sold for one, to a high ranking man in Gondor. He largely spoke common tongue when around her so she understood everything that was said between him and his contacts. Like so many before, he took pleasure of her body, placed her on a pedestal to be viewed by his contacts. The lovely lass of fire red locks that flowed over her ample bosom and slender hips. He wasn't a cruel man though. Like the twins, when he took her he took her with a genteel hand. She held no feelings for these men, knew that love was a lie. Never had she felt such for someone, the closest was the first twin who took her, yet when he offered her up to his brother, she saw the lie in his actions. For Falra, it was just another job to be done, one step closer to being free. Some may have called her a whore, but the men she truly slept with could still be counted on one hand. The twins were greedy with her body, cared not to share her, but her ability to be seen as something broken and adored, something harmless, made her invaluable to them.
Falra was to watch for one contact in particular. A woman of raven hair, and pale green eyes. What she did not know was that this woman was carrying in her stomach a yet to be born child. Falra was to learn where this woman was holding up so that the twins could complete their own side job. They were paid to kill this woman and Fal knew it. The first twin, the one with no mark marring his handsome face let it slip one night during his taking of her.
Like always the twins sat in wait, knew the woman had arrived at the home, knew she was removed from it. They had other sources within the house that had seen her, yet Falra gave no signal of her appearance. This marked the twins with suspicion of her. Why had their prized bird not sang yet? Never did they see the woman enter the home, nor did they see her leave. This could only mean there was another way into the home that was yet to be found. This alone stayed the twin's hands, for they thought that mayhap she was trying to find her route of entry and exit before signaling.
After the third time the woman was reported within the confines of the house, the twins lost patience with their prized bird. They stole away with her in the night as quickly as they originally deposited her. They questioned her as to why she did not send the signal of the woman's entry and exit. Thinking higher of her position than she really had, she told them the truth. She told them she was with child and she would have no part in the death of an innocent. She had always knew that they used her information for no good, but all she saw was the wealthy removed of some of their wealth, and the poor of the villages surrounding her hidden home gain a little more time of survival. She saw what she was doing as a good thing. The twins took from those that had too much and used it to feed, cloth, and house the small communities near them. Never did she know they were communities set on the destruction of her homelands, now the deepest parts of these small towns. The fighter pits where the male slaves were brought to train through combat to the death. Never did she get to see the countless rows of slave pits where other women, in not so gilded cages sat waiting to be sold as slaves, never to return.
So enraged was the second twin that he struck Falra for the first time since she had been sold to them. He held her down, showed her the mark on his own cheek and asked her if she knew what it was. The mark was a mark given by their predecessor, the man that created this seedy underbelly of thieves, assassins, and slavers. It was how he marked all of his property, and now she will be marked the same as he was. The second twin took out a dull flint knife, and carved the brand into her cheek. He took his time doing so, sawing at the flesh of her cheek more then cutting it. When he was done, Falra was left to either bleed out or tend to herself. The twins cared not. They would send in another winged bird and let this one sit and understand her wings have been clipped.
This is where I will end my tale, for I need rest. Come see me again soon and I might just tell you if this damsel survived or not, and what became of her. You might wonder if her wings were truly clipped, or if she repaired them. Those are all stories for another time.
