Kore knew they were leaving today, but that knowledge did not affect her unduly. Life for the past year had been spent on the road, what was one more road? The extra company mattered little to her, really, because wherever Ariadne went, so too did Kore go, and wherever they went was home. Sometimes she missed Tevinter, but she would not delude herself, for she had a great chance here that few slaves would ever get to experience. She was allowed to leave the Imperium.
She had heard other slaves talk of leaving. It tended to be mentioned in hushed whispers in their cramped sleeping quarters, a furtive hope or a fearful desire mentioned only once that could quite the room in an instant. Funny, she had not heard anything like that since joining the Notaroi family household. They took much better care of their slaves than the Asenoi ever had. In the end, it mattered little, she had not thought of running away for years. Even at the worse, and her mind started to shy away from memories of that time, she had not considered running away. She had just wanted to end it all.
She watched others rush around, making last minute preparations. As a good slave, Kore had meticulously packed for the two of them that morning. There was no need to rush her mistress. Kore watched, and tended to think poorly of these other people. She knew they would look down on her if they knew she was a slave. It was how it worked in the Imperium, even the lowest free elf outranked her status as a slave. However, outside the Imperium, she often found herself caught between scorn and wide eyed awe and the stupendous ignorance of the rest of Thedas. They might not call it slavery, but she had seen many forms of it since leaving Tevinter.
Kore hopped off the short half wall that she was sitting on and easily blended into the crowd, as she made her way home...to Ariande.