Vashkilu had been home with her father for a month now. She had barely turned 15 before buying her freedom from Serrala’s Courtesan Training Center. She was chafing at the work. She was the youngest slave to ever buy her freedom, and this was the second time she’d done it. She wanted to run her father’s business. She was smart, skilled, and knew how to use power. Though, she wasn’t power hungry. No one took her seriously because she was ‘half’ Deltan. They always focused on that, as if her mother’s blood weakened her. Vashkilu had kept the Deltan skills she had mastered all on her own a secret. Let people underestimate her, all the better. But now she was bored and wanted more. She had turned 16 a few days before. She was going to get nowhere here. Her father doted on her, but that didn’t get her the position she wanted. It was time to go make her own fortune.

She sought out her father. She would, once again, request he find a benefactor for her. She would willingly return to the servitude of another, so that she could build her fortune and return to take over. She knocked on the door of his office, “tahedri (patriarch)?”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator