Thread:ChazmanianDevil/@comment-26184570-20160804232358/@comment-26210095-20160810170850

He mutters something under the lines of "idiot child won't bring any money in the slave market."

He tosses him back in the sack and puts him in a dark corner.

He walks into his mothers's quarter where she is tied to an ornate Dark-lands wooden chair. Azruben's quarters are elaborate with many strange relics, liquids, and trophies of war. There is a table with a candle on it.

Azruben is pacing around the chair. "So, you will tell me who you are and your destination."