Grell sits in front of you in chains, his piercing red eyes meeting yours. He speaks in a deep, gravelly voice, the sound of his language rough and unfamiliar to your ears. Stop talking. You can't reason with them. They're slavers, they'll only let you go once you're in the hands of whoever paid the most.
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