Trahaearn kicked himself continually as he was drug forward towards the auction block. He had remained compliant for the majority of this trip. Trip may have been the wrong word exactly for the situation that he found himself in. He had truly been a fool for listening to the idle chatter of men in a tavern about someone wanting an especially lucrative beast for a pet, or at least for a collection of sorts. Following the crumb trail that had been so blatantly laid before him, he had no one but himself to blame for being surrounded by bandits, eventually being subdued with a strong blow that had knocked him unconscious.
He woke to find himself aboard a vessel, surrounded by unsavory characters of all sorts. Men that had seen better days, boys that likely had no other choice than to subject themselves to the savagery that was sea-savvy life. Having no idea as to the destination of the vessel, he did nothing to draw attention to himself as others did.
Begging or even pleading to be let go or promising currency for release. A variety of classes were present in the collection of unfortunate souls alongside Trahaearn as the deck above them became lively. He heard whispers of landfall as the sky darkened for a time before light once more flooded the deck below.
The lot of them were pushed out from below deck and marched rapidly through one setting to the next. Buildings that seemed nothing more than ramshackle gathering of materials to slightly better constructions before the view shifted to a gathered group of what he could assume were people waiting to buy them.
The remains of his clothes were laughable given how he had started. Wear from constant close proximity to other prisoners, the sea salt being rubbed into the cloth and leather, and just never changing them out had worn it all threadbare.
Faces and voices blurred together all at once as prices rang out and hands reached, grabbed, and touched all of them in no rhyme or reason. His hands flexed reflexively to being nearly overwhelmed with the ruckus, his mind racing to sort out details and voices as he was passed over. Pushed out of the way and what he was assuming was the rear of the trade floor.
His scarred and unshaven face not helping his sale value as passing glances were cast his way before moving to the next person. He was silent the entire time, listening, watching. He needed time, and this place was not going to give him anything to work with.
He woke to find himself aboard a vessel, surrounded by unsavory characters of all sorts. Men that had seen better days, boys that likely had no other choice than to subject themselves to the savagery that was sea-savvy life. Having no idea as to the destination of the vessel, he did nothing to draw attention to himself as others did.
Begging or even pleading to be let go or promising currency for release. A variety of classes were present in the collection of unfortunate souls alongside Trahaearn as the deck above them became lively. He heard whispers of landfall as the sky darkened for a time before light once more flooded the deck below.
The lot of them were pushed out from below deck and marched rapidly through one setting to the next. Buildings that seemed nothing more than ramshackle gathering of materials to slightly better constructions before the view shifted to a gathered group of what he could assume were people waiting to buy them.
The remains of his clothes were laughable given how he had started. Wear from constant close proximity to other prisoners, the sea salt being rubbed into the cloth and leather, and just never changing them out had worn it all threadbare.
Faces and voices blurred together all at once as prices rang out and hands reached, grabbed, and touched all of them in no rhyme or reason. His hands flexed reflexively to being nearly overwhelmed with the ruckus, his mind racing to sort out details and voices as he was passed over. Pushed out of the way and what he was assuming was the rear of the trade floor.
His scarred and unshaven face not helping his sale value as passing glances were cast his way before moving to the next person. He was silent the entire time, listening, watching. He needed time, and this place was not going to give him anything to work with.
