Inko Village.
The Terrans reluctantly settled down their new 'home' which was, to be honest, no better than a sty. The air was thick with horrid stench of neglect and feces.
There were several slaves there, though not many. However, judging by how dirty everywhere was—with at least a few pieces of shit in a few corners—it was obvious that the other 'slaves' were just working outside.
How dingy this place was, and they couldn't imagine how everyone would fit.
There were thousands of them already, what more with the rest of them?
At night, they'd be like sardines, right?
They couldn't even bear sit down and they just stood by, staring at each other, and wondering how they could live in a place like this. Their daze was broken about an hour later when some people called them to go outside.
"Line up, new slaves!!"
