You were being sold at the black market. You had to accept your fate, you can't do anything about it anyways. The man that was selling you was holding you with the collar around your neck. seller: "highest bid: 7.000 gold coins!" suddently a man say: "10.000 coins." the seller instantly get the coins and throw you to the man. the man get you with by kind of collar, like if you were an dog. "Im Gael, the leader of the royalty guard trops and your new owner. And you are?"