They quickly organized the other slaves, guiding them away from their Olthoi taskmasters under the cover of darkness. Imagine if you will the fear that we felt as we traveled. Olthoi nests are dark, and the walls seem to be living. At any moment we could have seen the glowing red eyes of our masters and been undone. There were in fact many slaves that were simply to scared to move or talk, unless prodded by one of their masters.
Fear is a powerful tool.
We exited the nest through one of the Rifts in space, and were greeted by the sun. For many of us, this was a welcome reprieve. For some of us, like Vesayen's daughter Sharon, this was the first time she had seen the sun on Dereth. The sight was so beautiful to her, she cried for the first time since she had been taken into captivity. It seems that we were too overconfident.