With his hand on the chain which bound Nera to him, Thane walked towards the gates of Slaugh. He along with other slavers walked about, carrying various slaves of varying purposes. Most were for dishonorable reasons. To Thane’s chagrin, they melted well with the environment.
Slaver and slave.
What’s worse is that Nera with her exotic features and her suggestive clothes seem to be the center of attention. Everyone stared at her, jaws dropped, lips parted and disgustingly, tongues l*****g.
The thugs and slavers with their own slaves whistle and jibe at Nera all the way to the gate.
“How much for a taste?” One filthy slaver had asked him.
Thane almost lost it. His hand was already at the hilt of his sword but he let out a deep breath and forced a condescending smirk. “You can’t affo
