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Moros sighed once the deal was done and removed his cloak putting it about the boy's shoulders. It was his family's tradition to clothe their slaves, as a show of status that they could afford to put their lowest ranked members of the house in fine uniform.
"Just keep moving." he said his voice just above a whisper. Once they were out of the market, having grabbed a few of the toys, not really paying attention to what he took, he scooped Etran up and tossed him in the carriage. "Home." he ordered the magical vehicle, and settled down silently for the ride home.
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