Erwin was terrified as he surveyed the auction room. Chains clinked as children and adults alike waited to be sold to the highest bidder.
'what the fuck is going on? I am a slave master. How can I be a slave of others?' Suddenly, he noticed an Elf child, about his age, also chained up and looking just as scared as he was.
'this world has elfs?' Erwin looked at elf child with shock.
Young elf boy looked vulnerable and terrified as he stood in chains in the auction room. His small frame was accentuated by the heavy metal shackles around his wrists and ankles. He tried to keep his head down, hoping that no one would notice him, but his pointed ears and delicate features marked him as a valuable commodity.
He had long, auburn hair was matted and unkempt, and his clothes were tattered and torn. The fear in his eyes was palpable. The chains around his wrists and ankles clinked with each movement, a constant reminder of his helplessness and captivity.
