Ragan became silent for some time, racking his brains on how to save his life. What use was he to this man? Ragan knew nothing about Jake.
It was basically a gamble, so he decided on his best bet. And that was none other than,
''Slaves!'' Ragan shouted, sweat running down the back of his ears. ''I have many beautiful beastkin slaves.''
''You think our master lacks women?'' Ruxa sharply looked at the man on the floor, leaning closer to Jake.
''No no, of course not!'' Ragan quickly shouted, his face paling even more.
''There are other types of slaves as well. Powerful warriors, slaves with special abilities. I… We collect them from all over the kingdom!''
Of course, Ragan was exaggerating. A lowly trader like him wouldn't have such 'premium goods.' If he had, he wouldn't be wearing such ragged clothes. Jake could easily infer that much.
