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"Her name is Azra!" called out the headmaster dictating where the slaves would be going. This half night elf and ember draconian seemed to have no value or desire amidst the crowd, for one reason or another. She now stood alone, facing an entire crowd that rose no hands to claim her. Despite her obedience, not a mark on her body from angered masters, nobody wanted her even for labor. Because of her race? Because of the cost? Because she would only lay eggs of her own kind? Who knew. But it seemed no one would take offers thrown at them. 200 denarii, no takers. 100 denarii, nothing. "One denarii." a voice called out, deep and rumbling was the masculine call. The figure dressed in black hood and all to hide his every feature as his arms were folded at his chest. The head master scoffed. "We could get more than that just offering her to the public for one apiece!" he chided the man. "She's more useful as an aid to those serving Xeon than as one of the many fuckholes scattered about our streets that already sell for nothing." the man in black spoke as if he had ground to stand upon with those statements. "Give her to me, or I will take her after you've strapped her in." he stated.
The head master looked unwilling to pursue action against the arrogant man in black, and promptly handed chain and leash over to the stranger. He accepted ownership of Azra without a word, not even looking at her as he walked forth, holding the chain leash while expecting her to follow obediently. His boots his the pavement so hard that she could hear him clearly as he stomped through the noisy streets. His boots seemed like they saw a lot of use and were durable to suffer through months of travel and still remain intact. Similarly, his black cloak wasn't clean either. Stained with mud and dirt at the bottom and in one place on the shoulder. Though the rest was clean, showing that he put some effort into maintaining his dress wear.
He took Azra to his solitary home in the more ruined areas of Acheron. They passed by another home owner on the way, a scruffy white Badarian male with a massive gun that was just standing on his porch nude while a pair of goblins and a tanned anudorian girl played with his cock. He just stared at the pair as they went by, while Azra could vividly feel a foul stare on her back end by the man. His aura felt of pure evil, while in comparison she could feel nothing from the man in black in front of her.
They eventually arrived at his home, a mansion similar to the one the foul man owned, though in a far worse state of repair. It soon became clear that he was just living in it, and was the only one there. Dust and lack of many but a few boot trails indicated he got this place recently. Meaning he was new here. Once alone with Azra, the man took a seat in one of the dusty ruined chairs, dust exploding from underneath him and coating the room's atmosphere in a light fog of dust. "So, what good are you? I am looking for the best servants money can buy. I will be expecting as much as I can from you. Cooking, cleaning, and killing if need be. How good are you at any of this?" he inquired.
The head master looked unwilling to pursue action against the arrogant man in black, and promptly handed chain and leash over to the stranger. He accepted ownership of Azra without a word, not even looking at her as he walked forth, holding the chain leash while expecting her to follow obediently. His boots his the pavement so hard that she could hear him clearly as he stomped through the noisy streets. His boots seemed like they saw a lot of use and were durable to suffer through months of travel and still remain intact. Similarly, his black cloak wasn't clean either. Stained with mud and dirt at the bottom and in one place on the shoulder. Though the rest was clean, showing that he put some effort into maintaining his dress wear.
He took Azra to his solitary home in the more ruined areas of Acheron. They passed by another home owner on the way, a scruffy white Badarian male with a massive gun that was just standing on his porch nude while a pair of goblins and a tanned anudorian girl played with his cock. He just stared at the pair as they went by, while Azra could vividly feel a foul stare on her back end by the man. His aura felt of pure evil, while in comparison she could feel nothing from the man in black in front of her.
They eventually arrived at his home, a mansion similar to the one the foul man owned, though in a far worse state of repair. It soon became clear that he was just living in it, and was the only one there. Dust and lack of many but a few boot trails indicated he got this place recently. Meaning he was new here. Once alone with Azra, the man took a seat in one of the dusty ruined chairs, dust exploding from underneath him and coating the room's atmosphere in a light fog of dust. "So, what good are you? I am looking for the best servants money can buy. I will be expecting as much as I can from you. Cooking, cleaning, and killing if need be. How good are you at any of this?" he inquired.