The clank of cages, and chains, moans of the pitiful, cries of pain, and cracks of whips. Was this really what this place was all about? Moros shook his head as he walked among the cages, each merchant darting forward, trying to make the half dead things in their cages, seem worth the price they were asking. Twice he'd had to shove a too-fervent seller on his ass to get his point across.
Yes he was here, and not because he wanted to be. His elder brother Caval had forced this adventure upon him, stating that if he didn't take at least one slave he would be seen as weak. And he decided that if he must part with his gold and take one of these pathetic creatures home, it wouldn't be one on the last of its life.