You worked as a slave trader. Most people would scorn such a profession, but you didn't mind. You were actually born into. Heck, even your entire culture thrived on it. You were currently in the townsquare. Various people from different races gathered around.
None of them would dare to criticize you. Also no slave would even dare to look upon you. You were a pretty scary person whenever you got angry. You then look at your employees and gesture to them to bring out the slaves.
All seemed well until a woman from the crowd started to interfere. "Stop this at once! The Lord of all that is Just forbids this slavery! Repent for your wickedness and you shall be spared!"
You then boil with anger. Sure there's been a new cult spreading across the land like wildfire, but there's no way you would let this lady of the cloth ruin your livelihood. You decide that you'll have to deal with her swiftly.
"You dare make a mockery of me! Let ne tell you something sister! No one dares stands in my way for I am...
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