Your friend wanted to go to the slave market in town so that’s where you were now. You were walking through with her and looking at all the slaves. They all looked miserable and traumatized. They were all either on chains or in cages. One stood out to you.. He looked a little younger then you, he had black hair, cracked glasses, pale skin covered in bruises and cut up rags for clothes. He looked scared and helpless so you approached his cage. He started shaking and backed away into a corner.