Slave master Zain grasped his bottle of liquor and downed it until he was sure the bottle was empty. He was seated with the other masters as they rounded the table in the palace bar, waiting for their order to arrive while chatting.
One of them brought out a piece of paper from his pocket and went through what was written in it, his facial expression brightened more after reading it and dropping it into her bag again.
Zain hit his palm on the table, drawing the attention of the master who was grinning, “Don't tell me a slave sent you that….”
“What for? Do I need to wait for that? I have them when I feel like….” the other master responded and giggled. “The letter says that the king has ordered that there would be a slave introduction in three days. Now that we have our king again, I'm be
