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Rash'yeth stared at the streets, he had simply sat there and the two had left him behind, it didn't matter, he'd never learned anything that could help him now, then again he could always start on something he knew how to cope with - horses, he permitted himself a small smile, yes, he'd start there. He looked at his old master's old horse drawn carriage sitting there, without a driver the man had had to leave the carriage to find a new driver.

He looked up at a girl surrounded by guards, she was a slave now, just like he had been but a short time ago and probably would be again before his life came to an end, she was pretty, even with the blindfold on, she'd be used as a pleasure slave. The thought of the pretty girl becoming that sort of slave struck a chord in Rash'yeth's heart, he watched them walk past him, not making a move. Then one of the guards glanced at him, he crawled back a little, turning his face away, trying to hide the tattoo there, not fast enough, the guard towered over him, grabbing his face and turning it to get a good look at the tattoo, "Slave, you're not wearing a freedom earring yet you're not working, escape, did you?" the burly man grumbled, Rash'yeth crawled back a little more before being swept onto his feet by the man, he felt the cold steel of a blade touch against his back as he was marched over to walk alongside the girl, the other guards had been stopped by the knight from before, the one with the scales, Rash'yeth watched his own feet as the guard stood him behind the other guards and went forward to watch talk to the scaled man.

"These two are prisoners, one is an escaped slave, the other's a murderer, move along sir," the guard grumbled in an unfriendly tone, Rash'yeth looked up at Drac'tror and shrugged, he couldn't look after himself anyways, what good would come of him being the man's apprentice? 'I'm going, can't look after myself anyways,' he mouthed, hoping the man could lip-read.

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"What is your crime child?"

The voice in her head, sounded pleasant, friendly. Why it was in her head, Cancia had no idea, she was even confused about how to respond to it. Maybe just think the words? My life was stolen, so I stole the lives of four men, but their's forever, yet my life is still lost. Maybe the voice would understand. She wasn't being moved anymore. One of the guards was speaking to a man, an escaped slave? Not escaped for long...

Cancia was afraid. She didn't know where they were going, but, she knew she was going to be tortured. They had said that much, then she would return to being a slave, doing, something certainly terrible. Wasn't she going to die back there, fighting off those men in the alley? What happened?

She felt the escaped slave being pulled next to her, bumped into her a little. His arm felt strong, thick, muscular. Maybe, once they were to the ship, he could help her, together they could figure out how to escape, surely he was going to be tortured as well, he would want just as much as her to get out of this situation. And she would, she wasn't going to let this happen to her.

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Drac'tror drew one of his two swords and now he was being threatening His body language shifted somewhat dramatically. "You will release these two so called prisoners into my custody, by order of the valiant knight code." he sent to all of the knights not hiding any of the rage he felt. The boy was free, how could they take him on the account that he wasn't wearing an earing. He remembered the custom then and mentally scolded himself he would have to give the boy a marking and an earing to show that he was free after this. "Your perfect for an apprentice, boy, you know what a slave goes through every day and so you shall be able to decide who is innocent and who deserves slavery" He sent to the boy. He'd caused more trouble in an hour then he had in most towns in a weak, in this place. He decided he would take these two even if he had to make them slaves to get them away then set them free outside of town. Of course if he was their masters they definitely would not be frowned upon nor would they be treated like other slaves, they would be friends and would be compensated for what work they did.
His only problem with his mind speak is that he never learned to read the thoughts of others only their body language and he could tell a great deal from the body language of this child, She showed that she had done wrong but had a good reason for doing so. She may have a punishment by the gods but slavery was certainly not it.

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"This boy may be a different story," one of the guards said, sounding rather angered, "But this girl has murdered four men, surely you would not set free a murderer. Leave us be so we can take her to where she will be taught not to take the lives of others. We can not set her free so that she kills again."

Cancia sighed, she wished she could see, tell what was going on. Someone was trying to get them to set her free, she hadn't heard anyone say that. Well, it was obvious that they were not going to, not after what she had done. It was her fault really. For the short while she was a slave, no one was threatening to kill her or torture her. They were demanding, but not abusive. Maybe she should have left it at that.

"Now step aside, we have a ship to catch," She felt someone push her, rather violently from behind, only to run into the guard in front of her, who, turned and smacked her sharply across the face. "Watch where you're going slave girl." then he laughed loudly at his own joke.

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Drac'tror's rage suddenly peaked as the guard slapped the child for no reason, he brought his sword to the lead guards throat and pushed his face towards that guards the air around him now began to chill rather rapidly with his mood. His teeth now resembled a nightmarish picture.
"I will not warn you again guard" He said to the guards mind with all the force of his rage. The cold blade of the sword rested right beside the guards neck and then he glanced at the other guards, "Unbind her and un-blindfold her NOW!" He said putting all the commanding power he could into his mental voice. Why hadn't he learned telepathic manipulation earlier he wondered it sure would be handy in this situation. He kept the sword on the soldier whilst watching the others, his instincts told him to change to dragon form and teach them a lesson they would not soon forget. Injustice would not be tolerated by the valiant knights.

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Rash'yeth stared at Drac'tror, afraid of the man, then the woman was said to be a murderer, he sidled over slightly, only to be pushed back into place by one of the guards, "Buy us?" the question escaped his lips, a guard answered it with a solid punch to his gut, he doubled over, letting out a soft groan as he clutched his belly, he stayed there, leaning over, the blow had hurt a lot, but he couldn't see why the scaled man would not simply allow him to stay as a slave, he couldn't look after himself, he'd never learned the ways of the world and he doubted he'd ever learn, but perhaps the man had his reasons, perhaps he had some form of honor he felt the need to uphold.

Rash'yeth sighed out a breath, he stood up straight again, hanging his head, how was it he hag been caught up in this? He hunched his shoulders forward some more, waiting for something to happen, something he wouldn't be able to make any effect upon.

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His reactions were near impossible he drew the sword clean across the guards hand that punched the slave, not cutting to remove the hand but injure it, he then pulled out a coin purse. He had well over one hundered thousand gold peaces total and in this purse was about 10 thousand. He threw the gold at the guard re sheathing his sword. He then walked over to the girl removing her blindfold and her bonds and touching her cheek gently with a single finger as a blue mark appeared "I'm sorry for this but to protect you I must mark you as my slave" he placed in her mind. Dragon magic was unique in the ways it couldn't be controlled. He then placed his finger on the boy above the mark where the moon was.
"They are now my slaves" He sent to the guards daring them to try stop him. He was in no mood to play with them and the next time he drew his sword he would kill the guard that resulted in it being drawn. The marks he gave the two were identical and he had no idea what the marks would give to them or what it would take, as each dragon mark was different in it's own way, but both resembled a blue crystal.

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Cancia rubbed her eyes, the sun was bright, kind of blinding. The guards had gone, she felt her hands being untied. What happened, had she really gotten out of this?

"I'm sorry for this but to protect you I must mark you as my slave"

It was the man, he had talked to her through her thoughts before. He had bought her? Why, why would he by a girl who had murdered? What did he want with her? This was better though right? She was still a slave, but no one was shipping her across the ocean to be tortured. This man looked strange, blue, he talked to her through her thoughts. He seemed nice enough, but she was afraid. Strange man, what did he want with her? She was scared, afraid, so far, anything that someone wanted with her in this world was never good. She should never have left her island...

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Drac'tror gently messed the small girls hair up and then smiled warmly at her the air around him returning to normal. He could see that the girl doubted him and was slightly afraid. "Don't worry, I won't harm you, Have you ever heard of the Valiant Knights?" He asked her as he watched the two he had just bought and then remembered the vampiress and the demon waiting for him. He motioned towards the ally she was waiting in "Down there." he sent to both of them knowing the girl probably wouldn't go he bent down low to her and pulled out a necklace he had in his pocket. "You can have this, it's worth more then any jewel you'll find any where, it's a dragons heart scale, only one is shed in a dragons life time. he said smiling warmly to her

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Rash'yeth shuddered when the man marked him, it was a strange feeling being marked without a needle, he was relieved when the marking had finished creating itself, this moving of services was not foreign to him at all, he had been traded away several times during his life and he didn't expect this to be the last, when the man directed him towards the alley he simply nodded and walked, he stopped at the entrance of the alley, it wouldn't be normal for a slave to go somewhere without his master in front of him, he looked back to the man, then began to stare at his own feet, almost wishing he had never been born, that he could be replaced with another, braver slave at that very moment.

He looked up at his new companion in slavery and sighed, she didn't really look suited to manual labour, but surely their master wouldn't use her for- he shook his head slowly, refusing to let his mind go there, the unspeakable things men could do to women sickened him, he let out another sigh as he waited for his new master to precede him.

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