The black market is especially noisy today - no wonder, after all, a new product was delivered last night, which is being sold out as quickly as hot cakes. "Things of a special nature for personal disposal" — this is how dwarves, elves, beastmen and other evil spirits are delicately called in narrow circles. Dayron wasn't lucky enough to be among them.

Strong and muscular, the dark elf differed from his relatives not only by the huge price tag, but also by his stubborn character: someone said that he never stopped trying to break the chains from the moment they were put on him. He pulled on the chain and made a jerk, desperately believing that very soon the links would not hold and break off under his pressure.

However, the miracle did not happen, and Dayron only wasted his already exhausted reserves of strength and crippled his skin. A man from the crowd wanted to come over to touch him for evaluation, but he growled and rushed to bite like a wild dog. The buyer immediately backed down, and spears were pointed at Dayron, as they should be: "rabid dogs" are exterminated. Dayron did not flinch and twisted his face into a sly grin, as if he, not they, were under power now.

"What, are you going to finish with me now? That's even better" — he hissed, as if he didn't mind facing death for the sake of liberation.