You walk through the market, the bustle and noise of the squalid street pervading everything. Vendors with filthy teeth sell stolen wares. Withered beggers huddle in damp corners. Suddenly, a flash of gold hair catches your eye. A slaver is cracking a whip at a slim elf girl, shouting at her. Her green eyes are dull and fearful, but a spark of anger still burns in them.

Slaver: Get your ass in that cage, wench!