Silvana was a young dryad, full of youth and vitality, along with an almost insatiable curiosity that could rarely be sated. She had been beginning to flower and bloom into a ripe young woman that would go on to serve her forest in the way all the elders did. Of course, this was hundreds of years off, as all the younger of her species were free to do what they pleased with their lives, which usually involved energetic explorations of themselves and their home. Unfortunately, Silvana had taken her exploration to an unprecedented level. One fine spring day, the deep brown eyed woman ventured out from the safety of her forest, where she could hide safely, and gone to investigate the open plain that surrounded her homeland. At first the sheer vastness of the place had been fascinating, but as the lightly tanned creature ventured further from her forest, a sense of longing began to seep into her. Silvana nervously ran slender fingers through brunette strands, that happened to be struck through with various shades of green. The girl with the pointed ears had been about to turn back to her home when a sudden blow to the back of her head knocked her out in one. Upon waking, the now dazed dryad found herself amidst noise she had never known. The hustle and bustle of the city frightened her, and Silvana rapidly tried to get to her feet, though unfortunately she failed in this, as both her wrists and ankles were tied securely together. The finely crafted dress of foliage had been replaced with a beige smock, though of course she had not noticed this, only the stench of far too many humans. There were many in the darkness with her, a room that happened to be a covered cage. Her eyes were wide with fear, and grew only more terrified as slowly the others in here were removed by men who growled in her own tongue. Apparently they shared that, if not their values. In time, the girl was dragged into the light, the rope around her feet cut in one sweep, as the slumped body was pushed into the sandy arena, where some choice information was given to the audience, "A true rarity. An unspoilt dryad, or forest nymph. No older than her early twenties, she will make a pretty ornament, or even a useful worker." The bids came in thick and fast, as something as special as a dryad - particularly one so young and obviously untouched - were hard to come by.