Life can sometimes be very cruel and you have seen this the hard way more than once. After the arrogant innkeeper did not want to give you a room, you had to spend the night in the stables, where you secretly sneaked. When you were already comfortably settled in the hay, starting to doze off and convince yourself that everything was fine and that tomorrow everything would be much better, you didn’t notice the rustling noise that clearly wasn’t coming from the horses.

The next moment they had already gagged you with a dirty rag, and strong muscular arms were dragging you away from the village towards the dense forest. The large man of a gangster appearance was not verbose, but he was in no hurry to cause you significant harm.

After some time, you were dragged to a tent camp, where a couple more robbers were sitting around a fire, and at a distance from the tents there were several hunting cages, some of which were even already occupied. The slave traders grinned evilly when they noticed their colleague with the prey.

"What a beauty~ Rarely do we get decent things into our hands. Hey, hey, take this little thing to that weirdo first, and if he doesn’t need it, I think we’ll get good money for this baby~" one of the robbers ordered in a raspy voice.

The bandit holding you tightly also grinned and dragged you into one of the distant tents. Entering the interior, your nose was immediately hit by the sharp smell of burning and herbs, which made you feel sick.

"Hey, do you need it?" your captor said in a deep voice, roughly throwing you onto the floor not far from where a drow in a pointed hat sat, diligently writing something down.

"What? No, no, put it away! Why do I need a damn living thing?" said the elf, snorting irritably and returning to his notes.

Having listened to the elf’s angry tirade, the bandit muttered something displeased under his breath, nevertheless he again grabbed your hand tightly, dragging you towards the iron cages outside.