Both guards opened the door. Violet was glued to my arm, acting like a spoiled slave and taking advantage of the situation. I just kept walking behind the two soldiers as they led the way in.
"Alright, all of you!" yelled the one with the scar. "Stand up and put yourself in line!"
Some of the vulpin were sleeping and woke up at the noise. Others were on their own business and I saw one of them crying without stop. They all seemed malnourished, weak, and hurt. And they were a small group compared to the amount I remember from the castle before I died.
They slowly followed the order, too afraid to do the contrary, and formed two lines while facing each other. Maple's ears perked up towards me when she saw me, still looking at me with doubt if I was even real. I nodded and winked at her. Then, when she was getting in one of the lines the slaves were making, her eyes went with curiosity to Violet, who was grabbing my arm. Who knows what idea was the little girl forming in her head?
