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The Wild Markets of Cerak were exactly as one would expect of them. Dirty, putrid and full of filth, apt terms to describe both the setting and its inhabitants. Across the uneven square that held this unholy practice, and in no particular order, were numerous ramshackle tents signalling the lesser markets where older or less valuable slaves were sold. The main attraction, however, sat in the centre of the plaza dominating the skyline. A single mothballed, frayed, and faded pavilion it marked the main auction house of Cerak At'Thul. Within the heart of this forboding structure lay two separate camps divided by a thin fabric wall, more specifically, those that had chosen to come here, and those who had not.
Florinthe stirred, her eyelids flickering as her senses came back to her and, with that, she wished they hadn't. The smell hit her first, her eyes and nose simultaneously assaulted by the putrid stench of this place and it took all her will power to prevent herself from wretching. She breathed, one... two... three... Calmed. A quick mental assessment followed and she noted that her digits, limbs and, as far as she was aware, bones were all intact. Once satisfied her eyes shot open and she glanced around at the mess she found herself stuck in.
She had never wanted to be an attaché on this mission. Her oath-sworn house, Luana, publicly abstained from partaking in slavery - although she had a strong suspicion some of the servants they kept would challenge this notion. Despite this, some bureaucrat - she assumed - had seen her troubled history with pirates and slavers and assumed she would be an excellent addition, or guide, to the team. Their mission had been clear, simply escort the Anirian trade delegation, in secret, to Cerak and secure favourable slaving rates. However, the crew that had been selected were inexperienced and the ship was shockingly ill-maintained and so, despite her best efforts, even she was powerless to prevent the inevitable sinking that had occurred.
Glancing around she took stock of the situation. Drafting magic here would be difficult, these chains were engraved with potent sigils that provoked painful, and sometimes deadly, backlashes of magical energy back into the caster. If she was to make it out of here alive she would need help and fast. Groggily she turned towards the individual beside her, whispering as quietly as possible while still retaining some audibility.
"So, I don't suppose you have an idea of breaking out of this mess, do you?"
Florinthe stirred, her eyelids flickering as her senses came back to her and, with that, she wished they hadn't. The smell hit her first, her eyes and nose simultaneously assaulted by the putrid stench of this place and it took all her will power to prevent herself from wretching. She breathed, one... two... three... Calmed. A quick mental assessment followed and she noted that her digits, limbs and, as far as she was aware, bones were all intact. Once satisfied her eyes shot open and she glanced around at the mess she found herself stuck in.
She had never wanted to be an attaché on this mission. Her oath-sworn house, Luana, publicly abstained from partaking in slavery - although she had a strong suspicion some of the servants they kept would challenge this notion. Despite this, some bureaucrat - she assumed - had seen her troubled history with pirates and slavers and assumed she would be an excellent addition, or guide, to the team. Their mission had been clear, simply escort the Anirian trade delegation, in secret, to Cerak and secure favourable slaving rates. However, the crew that had been selected were inexperienced and the ship was shockingly ill-maintained and so, despite her best efforts, even she was powerless to prevent the inevitable sinking that had occurred.
Glancing around she took stock of the situation. Drafting magic here would be difficult, these chains were engraved with potent sigils that provoked painful, and sometimes deadly, backlashes of magical energy back into the caster. If she was to make it out of here alive she would need help and fast. Groggily she turned towards the individual beside her, whispering as quietly as possible while still retaining some audibility.
"So, I don't suppose you have an idea of breaking out of this mess, do you?"