I pull sharply on the chains in my hand, indifferent to the cries of the slaves attached to them. They're the leftovers, the ones too pitiful even for the stingiest of buyers. Their fate tonight is the local decrepit slave stable, a place as foul as they are. The stable is a rent-able hellhole, and it's all they will get from me. Only the truly worthless spend their nights there, watched over by soldiers who wield their power with brutal efficiency and cruelty over the slaves' heads.
The good ones, the ones I sell for at least a gold coin can enjoy the confines of my home. Well, its basement at the very least.
