Blond haired character in the middle.
There was one slave that only just recently arrived there though unlike many others he wasn't captured and sentenced no, 21 year old Etran Janus was taken from his parents who were members of the resistance at a young age and raised just like any normal member of society; so he was educated. But when he got older he was sent here.
In fact, he was that fresh that he was currently being lead through the halls, wearing absolutely nothing but a heavy collar that came complete with a matching chain leash, a pair of shackles that kept his hands behind his back and of course his feet were shackled too. Though just enough so he could walk.
His blue eyes kept their gaze on the floor as he was lead by one of the slavers. A brute of what appeared to be a Dark Elf that kept a tight grip on the short two tailed whip. The man eventually clocked Moros and smirked, kicking the back of the boys legs and forcing him to kneel.
"On ya knees ya filthy runt!"