We walk into the slave market, and the same sight welcomes me as what did on my second day here. The pungent smell of sweat and desperation fills the air, mixing with the occasional whiff of rotting food and unwashed bodies. Wails and sobs echo around us, mingling with the angry shouts of merchants hawking their human wares. The atmosphere is oppressive, a stark reminder of the harsh realities these people face.
Our mission here is clear: to find an experienced merchant, specifically a Slave Merchant classed person who is over level 15 and has the Slave Contract spell unlocked. We weave through the crowded alleys, our eyes scanning for someone who fits the bill.
The market is a chaotic jumble of makeshift stalls and wooden platforms. Chains clink and rattle as slaves are herded and displayed, their eyes dull and lifeless. The merchants are a mix of hardened traders and opportunists, their faces set in expressions of calculation and greed.
