( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

One of these days, my life will not be complicated, I swear it.

So, besides being manhandled by armor, left to stand on streets, and wandering aimlessly, whatever is a poet to do here in this odd little city?

I'm giving someone ten minutes flat to give me a run down of what the hell this place is and why the hell I couldn't punch through those guard's stomachs. The next time some bastard lays his hands on me like that again, I will forcefully remove body parts. Hands, in particular.

I'm Sarah Tigress Vida. A daughter of Macht and now it's FUCKING RAINING! What in sweet mother Macht's name?! ....yeah, okay. This is so not amusing anymore. Actually, it ceased to be amusing from the moment I showed up here.