"Too terrible. Excessively tall. Excessively fat." Ruler Marikh strolled down a column of slaves, he was trailed by his copyist Tryll. Marikh still couldn't seem to awe the Omnipotent with a blessing, he trusted he'd discover one today. "Ahh! Why is this one even here? I've seen no less than fifty young ladies and just a single has been commendable up until now." "Milord," Tryll stated, "the merchant has one with him. She is, uh, particularly delightful, however, I surmise that um she may be a bit too exorbitant. I heard him say, well uh, he called her Jazmin." Tryll looked at the ground when Marikh swung to him. "Take me to Hahg, now. We are purchasing slaves for the Omnipotent Ga'ash; it is conceivable that one of these young ladies could join the Array of mistresses; we will save no costs. What's more, what did I inform you regarding saying that word, 'um,' it makes you sound idiotic. What's more, lift your jaw, you resemble a sissy. None utilized by the royal residence should look like sissies." "Indeed, Master Marikh." Tryll took a gander at one of the slaves and was constrained to wipe her tears away, however, Marikh would most likely have him lashed for such generosity. Tryll exhibited his master to the slaver named Hahg. Hahg pushed the humble copyist from his perspective of the potential purchaser. "Aha Marikh," Hahg welcomed his old accomplice. "I can't accept you're working behind those dividers. You should sneak me in there at some point, I may locate some important stock. I'm extending my business to the bootleg market. I'm persuading excessively old, making it impossible to trek slaves through deserts, and stolen stock won't endeavor to escape when I'm resting." "You're filth, Hahg. Any cleric would have me without a set out toward bringing you into this city. The City of Gold is just a two-hour ride east from these doors, you can remain there." "Get off your cursed platform Marikh; you are utilized by a man who likes himself a divine being." He delayed. "For hell's sake, I figure you're here for the stock." "Where is she?" "In the wagon. Tail me." Hahg looked to his collaborator before leaving his post and stated, "Let the regular people in to purchase now; the rulers and women have had their turn." "Why'd you allow a slave to sit unbothered?" "She's distinctive Marikh, she knows her place and to put her with the regular riffraff would be a disfavor to the goddess Victoria." "How could you talk about false divinities while in the shadow of the City of Divine beings." "Whatever, Marikh. Your mom would have had you over her knee for such talk when we kids." Hahg held the wagon entryway open permitting Marikh passage. "She's in here." "You've come to get me," Jazmin said. Her back was to the men. She was robed in thickly woven fine silk from make a beeline for toe and her hair was made as though she were going to a late spring's ball. There was a neckband with a dark stone swinging from it bound around her neck. "For what reason do you have a slave wearing such extravagant clothing Hahg?" "She has three sets trust it or not. She came to me just a month prior as I was leaving Nord." "I can represent myself slaver," Jazmin said as she pivoted. "The goddess Victoria came to me in a fantasy. She said I was to be a slave in the ocean of sands. She would just call me Rousa. I am faithful to my divine beings, and my goddess has instructed me to serve your divine beings, thus I will. I found the primary slaver venturing out to Dest and revealed to him he could have my cost on the off chance that he took me there. I'm not a slave yet, not to the point that I leave this wagon with you." "Extremely well, and what influences you to think I'll purchase a liberated individual? I am not in the matter of subjugating. I'm a dealer, not a slaver." "You never would've entered this wagon on the off chance that you wouldn't get me. Furthermore, would you need to disillusion the All-powerful? On the off chance that you don't buy me, some person assuredly will and don't you need to be the master that gives the Omnipotent the most wonderful slave in all of Dest." "She beyond any doubt is a prideful one isn't she, haha," Hahg clowned. "Strip," Marikh requested. "Reason me, you are addressing a liberated person, sir," Jazmin said. She bit her base lip, it was an apprehensive propensity, yet any man who at any point knew Jazmin couldn't consider it to be such. "Three hundred," Hahg said. "Is it accurate to say that you are insane? Each and every other young lady out their exclusive keeps running in the vicinity of twenty and fifty gold shillings." "Woman Adira has just offered five hundred; alternate rulers have all offered in the vicinity of one and two fifty. I'm not going to pitch her to that old sorceress on the off chance that I can help it, yet in the event that you can't offer three hundred, you abandon me no decision. Furthermore, as I review from my last visit to your devout little city that lady was over and over out demonstrating you." "Fine take the pack." Marikh dropped his coin handbag into Hahg's insatiable hands. "Strip, slave." Jazmin let the robe tumble to the floor and took the wooden clip from its place giving her dim hair a chance to tumble to the center of her back. Jazmin asked, "And what will you have me wear?" "Try not to talk unless advised to slave. I claim you now. Hahg will give you clothes suiting to one of such a low status. You have one moment to meet me outside; the whip is the discipline for lateness. Try not to influence me to remind you." Marikh left the wagon and joined Tryll. Jazmin secured her chest by folding her arms. "Much obliged to you Hahg. When you return to Nord City ensure my sibling is protected and make sure that he regards Melisa as our dad treated our mom. It will be quite a while before I am probably going to perceive any of you once more." She embraced Hahg and kissed his cheek. "Presently give me those garments. I anticipate remaining a virgin for whatever length of time that I can." Hahg gave her an arrangement of sandy-darker 'poor man's' garments, however, they were more material and cloth than attire. "You better rush, and I guarantee this will be my last time offering slaves. Whoever isn't purchased today will be taken to Miriam City to be sans set. Much obliged to you for opening my eyes. May Mak run with you." "Also, with you, for Valc." Jazmin touched Hahg's hand delicately one final time before she left the wagon. A solitary tear got away and she let it run its course until the point that it settled between her lips.
