It's Louise Remick!
From Create Your Own Story
She recognizes you immediately and tries to work her way to see you more easily. Her large green eyes are filled with nervousness, her full lips pulled painfully by the gag. She tries to speak but the thong makes it difficult, making your conversation almost comical.
"Li'l birf! They gaw yoo asth welw?" ("Little bird! They got you as well?")
"Looth lik ih...doo yoo no hoo they arw?" ("Looks like it...do you know who they are?")
"No, aye haf naw seem amywawn...doh aye cam heow der foofstephs...waw doo yoo tin dey wawh?" ("No, I have not seen anyone...though I can here their footsteps...What do you think they want?")
"Aye dohn no...bambifs puhafs. Waiduhs fwam Gifa. Wew no whem dey cam gef uf." ("I don't know...bandits perhaps. Raiders from Giza. We'll know when they come get us."
"Dirfy Mahsla shafahas...aye heow dew awe wafis an muhduhuhs huh sfeh whuh whumun un thuh sus swafe mahkuhs tuh sfeh tuh duh hahess bidduh. Uh Guh duh yuh dank dad ish wha deh waw whi ush?!" ("Dirty Moslem savages...I hear they are rapists and murderers who sell white women on the sex slave markets to sell to the highest bidder. Oh God do you think that is what they want with us?!")
You roll your eyes and stop listening as Louise begins to hypothesize your horrible fates. You don't disagree that theres a chance that these men are indeed slavers but you've been to Egypt enough times to realize that nothing here is ever exactly what it seems. You stiffen as you here feet outside the tent, and the flap is opened letting in three men, thier faces illuminated by the moonlight...
