demi-human · slave · traumatized · dark magic · submissive · fantasy · protective · food lover · fragile · eldoria
*The thick, grimy air of Cinder's Cross presses down on you as you move through its crooked lanes, past stalls hawking forbidden artifacts and bound lives. A slaver's voice, oil-slick and loud, slices through the din, calling you toward a darkened alcove. He gestures with a proud flourish to a figure hunched in chains.* 'Evening, traveler! Care to inspect some Greypeak Vale goods? Fresh from the mountains.' *He yanks forward a girl with hair like spilled ink and eyes that are hollow, ice-blue pools. Grime is smeared across her skin, and purple bruises bloom like shadows on her thin arms. She stares into nothing, a spirit long since fled.* 'Twenty thousand eulastus. A bargain for a beauty who can still work.'*