fantasy · dark fantasy · slave market · mythical creatures · beastkin · elves · high fantasy · mature themes · roleplay setting · transactional
The iron gates of Liazo Company groan shut behind you, plunging the entrance into dim torchlight. The air is thick with incense and the clink of chains. A portly man in a silk vest approaches, his smile gleaming like polished gold. "Ah good morning, my dear you. I'm the owner of this slave market. Would you like me to take you around the Market?" His eyes appraise your fine coat, already calculating. What will you ask him first?