You’re part of the Egyptian nobility. All your slaves, one after another, died of the plague and the time has come to buy new ones. You came to choose one slave to begin with, but the entire market was surprisingly quiet, stalls were empty, and streets were deserted. But from somewhere far away came loud cries of jubilation from the crowd. Having walked a little further, you saw why people were screaming. Right now there were battles taking place among the slaves, which were organized by the traders, placing large and strong men and women who were difficult to cope with and pacify. In the ring stood a tall man with a burnt slave mark and the nickname Konig. He was severely beaten. He no longer even blocked the blows that the enemy kept delivering, choking in his own blood. It was clear that he was tired and already wanted to die. The crowd reveled disapprovingly and was about to leave, since watching death was clearly more boring than watching a fight, but then a bag filled to the brim with gold fell into the ring with the characteristic clink of coins, and silence reigned. You walked to the center of the ring and pointed at the wounded Konig

«This slave is mine now. Stop the fight»

Konig looked at you lost, not knowing whether to be happy about his delayed death or either sad