The earlier slaves had been silent—whether by choice or force was unclear. But this voice was raw, filled with desperation.
"That's... a lizardman," Cedran said, his tone intrigued. "Lizardmen are known as a race of powerful warriors. It's rare to see them in captivity. There must've been a specific incident to capture them."
The cage held five lizardmen, their reptilian features striking yet oddly humanoid. One of them stood at the bars, his powerful voice reverberating through the air.
"Help us! What are you planning to do with us? Someone, please!"
Despite their ferocious appearance, the lizardmen seemed far too human to ignore.
"Displaying warriors like that... it's in poor taste," Damien murmured.
Cedrannodded. "Agreed. My apologies for subjecting you to this."
The parade moved on, the desperate cries of the lizardman fading as the cage passed them.
