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Somewhere in the back of Etrans mind he felt glad that Moros had at least let him retain some dignity when he threw the cloak over him. But another part of him thought that he would be wearing some slave silks with jewelery. He thought the latter was more likely as he followed Moros obediently.
He was sure that Moros didn't need to grab some toys, as his family would have had a dungeon, as did every family who owned at least one slave. When he was tossed into the carriage he cuddled himself up against the seat and let the cloak cover him. Etran looked up at his new Master and let out a faint whisper. "H-Hi.."
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