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Melonia. The city was massive, and busier than Devarius ever imagined. Peddlers and merchants lined the streets, their tables in front of them, their wares displayed for all. Trinkets, necklaces, fruits, and vegetables. It was all on display. The only thing Devarius noticed missing was weapons. But as he looked around, he understood why. No one held weapons except for the soldiers. Devarius had been skeptical when Derkas told him to leave his sword behind, but now he was glad he’d listened. They would have surely been caught. No slaves held weapons. And slaves there were. Devarius saw hundreds of them roaming the streets. They were all marked by the clothes they wore, rags mostly, the same ones Devarius and Zaviana now wore.
He wanted to speak, he wanted to say something, but he knew
