"You're really meticulous for a slave market, I expected this investigation level from the guards, not here." Arad looked at the handler.
"We're under harsher eyes from His Highness King Baltos than the nobles ruling cities." The handler replied.
"And," The woman approached from the back, "Blowing a kingdom of vampires is bound to stir the powers of the world. It's not for a human to say to a dragon, but be careful."
"The bigger I am, the more attention I'm going to draw." Arad replied, "And it isn't the people's attention that's dangerous."
"You're right," A masked kid said, walking through the front door, a long spear hanging on his back.
Arad froze for a second, "This voice," He turned, "I've seen you before, on our way to the elvish kingdom."
"You know him?" Aella looked at Arad.
"The wind devil, the fourth-ranked," Arad looked at him.
