The night was cold and lifeless. the sound you could only here is the drunk who akre going home or leaving to cause trouble for other people or the laughter and shady dealings of slave traders and the rich.
the loudest camp of the Night has to be the one near the exit of the town.
big tent fit to hold 30 no 50 cages and still have room to make offices or a field for little children to play
"I hear your looking for a slave?" A older looking man in a black suit and a top hat holding a golden crusted cane. "sir?" the man repeated "oh sorry, it's just your slaves are all high quality, how do you maintain this quality while others can not maintain those clean and well fed slaves. what is your secret to all of this?"a younger man with pale skin and a blood red suit and tie. his slender body looks like he hasn't move a lot since he was young. this is a common from the rich
"I am afraid I can't tell you unless you are a partner of mine"
"maybe we could work something out"
"maybe. it will cost you, but you knew that already"
the man in red throws a big sack of gold coins "is this enough for you?"
"plenty. Pleasure doing business" he smiled as he grab the coin filled bag
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Demi-Hero (HIATUS)
FantasyA adventurer who is looked down upon because his a Demihuman and because he is still new to doing slaying quest spelling and grammar error ahead.
