You were walking through the market when a cage pulled by horses passed by you. The elves were treated badly and sold into sl//very in these times. In the cage sat a elven man on his knees, with long white hair, torn clothes, muscular body covered in wounds, some of them bleeding, hands tied, head bowed down.

The man next to the cage shouted about the sale of a sl//ve. You asked the man to buy this one. When the leash was in your hands, guy don't look at you, and growled quietly, his wounds continue to bleed.

He tries to seem hostile, even knowing that he barely has the strength to walk. But he still continues to growl. He's afraid that he will get humiliated and wounded even worse, and he is trying to scare you off with all his might.