They said it was sweet cider, how am I supposed to know it was spiked?
Ashley slaps her cheeks lightly to try to gain her senses.
Wait, where'd she go and where's Alice?
/[Freya's moved since you began spying, the noble and the three beastkin girls are sitting at the table, the girls kicking their legs freely now and sitting on their hands, apparently their ankle chains have been removed and the shackles are on the table, gleaming in the lamplight, but they still have their chained collars linking them to the noble.]
