It's just a normal day and you are out in a bustling market in the capital city with your mother. You're both attended by armed servants to guard you, and keep an eye on possible threats. That's what nobles of your caliber do when they're out, much of the time.
You have a short conversation with her as you walk. You recently got a promotion to vice-magistrate of the region, and you're moving from your mother's mansion to a smaller mansion near the office of justice. (It sure is nice to be rich!) That's why you're buying a new slave to help you move, and manage affairs around the house.
You soon reach the slave market, composed of innumerable pavilions under which many humans and other races sit or stand, all restrained in some fashion. Entertainers lounge on plush cushions, burly laborers stand sullenly with their hands bound. Scribes sit reading books, rather conspicuously. The enormous antlered Gogan people sit in sections of their own, as they command a high price. There are even a few insectile Thraags, being sold mostly ship crew or musicians. Many of them, particularly the non-humans, were likely captured illegally, or are under exploitative contracts. You disapprove of such things.
Hawkers call out names, descriptions, prices, and so on. But you are here to pick up and pay for a purchase you arranged ahead of time. You come to the vendor, and standing beside him is your new man; a small slender man named Axolotl (certainly a nickname) whom you are buying as a secretary. He's from middle class background, and sold himself to pay back debts from failed businesses, for a term of two years. You converse with him shortly, verifying his story. He seems trustworthy enough; those in debt usually are, as they wish to escape as quickly as possible.
You write a check in the presence of the merchant and a market judge, and receive Axolotl's contract. Both of you sign it. And you return home, the owner of a human being.
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It's just a normal day and you are out in a bustling market in the capital city with your mother. You're both attended by armed servants to guard you, and keep an eye on possible threats. That's what nobles of your caliber do when they're out, much of the time.
You have a short conversation with her as you walk. You recently got a promotion to vice-magistrate of the region, and you're moving from your mother's mansion to a smaller mansion near the office of justice. (It sure is nice to be rich!) That's why you're buying a new slave to help you move, and manage affairs around the house.
You soon reach the slave market, composed of innumerable pavilions under which many humans and other races sit or stand, all restrained in some fashion. Entertainers lounge on plush cushions, burly laborers stand sullenly with their hands bound. Scribes sit reading books, rather conspicuously. The enormous antlered Gogan people sit in sections of their own, as they command a high price. There are even a few insectile Thraags, being sold mostly ship crew or musicians. Many of them, particularly the non-humans, were likely captured illegally, or are under exploitative contracts. You disapprove of such things.
Hawkers call out names, descriptions, prices, and so on. But you are here to pick up and pay for a purchase you arranged ahead of time. You come to the vendor, and standing beside him is your new man; a small slender man named Axolotl (certainly a nickname) whom you are buying as a secretary. He's from middle class background, and sold himself to pay back debts from failed businesses, for a term of two years. You converse with him shortly, verifying his story. He seems trustworthy enough; those in debt usually are, as they wish to escape as quickly as possible.
You write a check in the presence of the merchant and a market judge, and receive Axolotl's contract. Both of you sign it. And you return home, the owner of a human being.