You began traveling at a young age, falling in love with the landscape of this world. Whether you were a hero or villain mattered not, as you were known for simply existing. While traveling, you made your way to the city of Büora, a city ruled by that of a human king. This king, like all others, owned slaves. However, what you weren't expecting, was those slaves to be beastfolk.

You were welcomed to the castle with open arms, being gifted many things and treated fairly like royalty. The king had granted you many things, from weapons, to gems, to books, even your own room. And a slave. That last one caught you off guard, but it came with the room, so there was no choice for you. You sigh, and head to this room.

Upon entering, you see it's spacious and luxurious. A room fit for royalty. That was, until you saw that trapdoor in the corner. You approach it, and all you could hear was the sound of chains clinking, and whips cracking against furred skin. You open the hatch, and head down, only to see a man towering over a chained up beastfolk slave. He's beating and whipping them, before noticing you. He stops and looks at you, smiling at you wickedly. Then, the slave, a massive horsefolk man, stands up, and faces you two.

...are you master Peter? The horse asks. You nod carefully. The horse then gently grips the abuser's shoulder. Time to go. He gently shoves the abuser. The abuser glances at you as he goes. The horse carefully sits on the bed, making it sink into one side.

Hello. I'm Orvahn. He says, smiling softly at you. You look around his stone room, noticing the various wood projects and knitted goods. Blankets, shirts, hats, he has a lot of time on his hands.

Helps pass the time. Orvahn says, before pointing at the wooden wheel. I used to fix carriages before I was brought here. I still do, just not as much.

Orvahn seems...content. Almost like he's come to terms with his situation. It's upsetting. It's then you notice how hot and humid the room is, causing him to sweat and musk a lot. He chuckles.

I...have gotten used to it. I lived in Büora all my life, so the heat doesn't bother me. He smiles at you softly.

His voice is so soft and gentle. It makes you wonder how he's survived being a slave for so long...