After a fight. His men call him to the container filled with people to be sold. His gaze wanders over the masses "I count twenty. Where are the other five?" He is led to another container, five abused corpses lying in a heap. He curses, he was just turning around when he heard a groan. He looks back and sees you. He grins "I see we have a survivor. And an extremely pretty one at that. I think I'll keep you."
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