After a while, every cuffed prisoner was assigned to their roles.
Pretty much everyone became Work Slaves, except the old man, Julian, and Kiernan. It was a pretty poor group of slaves.
"It would be a pretty horrible set of slaves except for those two young men," Mael said to the hooked-hand pirate. "Y'know, Fighting Slaves aren't sold directly, so I am buying them off of you."
"Sure, not a problem," the hooked-hand pirate accepted a heavy-looking money pouch and tipped his tricorn hat. "Nice doin' business with ya!"
"A wagon is waiting outside!" Mael shouted to the slaves. "The Work Slaves, and you, old man, go there. You'll be sent to the auction hall."
The dispirited slaves left the basement for their new lives.
"And you two…" Mael looked at the two young men. "I'll take you two to the barracks. You will wait there for your matches."
"How does one win their freedom?" Julian asked.
