Scott rolled into the slave marketplace, a large arena where the bartering of demihumans, anthros, and creatures straight out of fantasy tales were sold for a profit. Scott couldn't stand the place, it was a vile commune filled with corruption and immorality in his eyes. As much as he just wanted to walk out and suffer the consequences, he was too desperate. If it happened another time, he was done for, no other way to spell it.
The entrance chamber of the arena split off into three different corridors and subsequently three rooms that further split into more specialized rooms. Scott had never been into this detestable place and was more than a little lost. He spotted a hooded figure who upon closer inspection was an anthro raven of great age.
"Hello, can I get your help? I have never been here before and I need to find where the large slaves are kept and I don't know where to look." Scott asked with a kind tone. "Large slaves?" answered the bird. "I can help. My name is Drex, you are?"
"My name is Scott."
"So Scott, why are you looking for a slave? And why do you need a large one?"
"I work on a farm and need an extra set of hands. It's cheaper this way than hiring an employee." That wasn't entirely the truth, but it was enough to prevent extra questions about his life.
"I can help you out there. Please follow me. What did you have in mind specifically?"
"I was looking for a _______ specifically."
"I sell slaves there, please, follow me."
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