"... This elven beauty hails from the Caeruran mage guild. She was quite difficult for us to catch but here she is for your pleasure." The barker steps to the side to show off his prize.
The woman is a little tall for an elf, standing at 6'2 with long red hair and blue eyes that pierced the crowd, disdain at them for their callousness apparent. Her green robe was cut and torn in places from swords and knives.
This was the worst moment of her life, she'd been out collecting herbs for potion making when the slavers ambushed her, she'd killed four of them and wounded many others but in the end she'd been overwhelmed and dragged across the Empire to this auction house.
She was immortal and now she would spend countless years a slave to whoever had the money and depravity to buy her. Her mind drifted to all of her possible fates, if she was lucky she would be a cook or alchemist for her buyer, if she wasn't then she'd be just some hunk of meat bought by a brothel owner or some perverted man who would use her for her body.
She idly fingered the collar around her neck, the instrument of her slavery. It magically forced her to follow the commands of whoever owned her.
She was going places, Master Atheniel had told her she had great potential as a mage and she would become someone to make great changes in the world. But here she was being sold as a slave to some person she would never know.
She was abruptly forced out of her thoughts by the sound of the barker declaring her sold. She hadn't even seen who had bought her, though she'd know in a minute. Two guards came up and grabbed her, one by the chain attached to her collar and the other by her arm.
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