Cancia, as usual, rather innocent of the whole slavery issue, walked up to the blue man who had just bought her.
"Do you see that?" she tugged at his shirt a little, pointing over, looking appalled. "We can't let him do that! do something!"
She thought, about rushing over, attacking the man that had just hit the girl, but then, she might end up in the same situation she was just in, or maybe worse. Better to wait, let this man who had saved her, or, bought her rather, decide. She trusted him though, he would take care of it.

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