Rash'yeth nodded slowly, he'd been sold, fine, he jumped from the cart and ran to catch up with his new master, when he reached her he followed behind her, stepping where she stepped, trying to make some sort of good impression perhaps, soon a new tattoo would be upon his body, he watched the ground pass as he followed in his new mistress's footsteps, wondering just what she would need a slave for, she didn't seem to have an abode here, how would a traveler use a slave? As food when provisions were low? He doubted it. Perhaps as some sort of packmule, yes, that was the most likely thing, he would be used as just another carrier, the woman was wealthy, perhaps she had a lot to carry, it seemed like that would be the most obvious answer to his question.

He listened to her talking to herself and frowned, if she was mad she would want strange things from him, possibly magical amulets or something, maybe she would make him collect weeds for some form of strange potion, he rolled his shoulders, deciding to ask her what she would want from him, "M-Mistress," he started, stuttering, "Wh-What will be my first job, mistress?" he asked timidly, staring at her feet as he followed, waiting for her to swing around and hit him for speaking when not spoken to, that was, after all, normal for slaves. He readied himself for the blow he expected to come soon, hunching his shoulders further forward and hanging his head slightly more, the small efforts to protect his face wouldn't do much, but he wouldn't wind up broken, that was certain.

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