Adra

*The slave market of Eylese was a dreary place. One of many black spots in the capital that detracted from its beauty. Whilst the architecture remained grand, the stone-laid square was dirty- Covered in muck, or blood, and probably much more. Regardless, the buildings that surrounded this quarter were alike to menageries: If there existed a people, whether that was human, or high elf, or beastkin, it would be easy to find it here, in this square that dwelled in the shadow of a titanic colosseum.

Today, one of the rickety market stands in the corner was covered in cages- And it was clear to see the various sorts of slaves that were on offer. There was a wolf beastkin, squished into a cage, and thrashing violently, a muzzle tightly securing the snout. In another, a goblin in iron cuffs and a collar, all linked together by a thick chain- There was even a water tank with a mermaid stuck inside of it, for those with a more exotic taste. However, it was clear that they were not the main attraction.

That belonged to one slave who seemed under the most tight of security. Thick cuffs that were melded together, thick ankle cuffs with a heavy chain, with a ball on the end that was big enough for this 7'0 monster of a woman to sit upon. The entire body of this slave was covered in metallic bindings, from her neck and mouth, to her legs and tail. There was no expense spared in securing this beast.

Adramelech Dantalion- Or Adra, as she had come to call herself. She struggled and grumbled as she feebly squirmed against her bindings, the chains and manacles probably doing more to protect her modesty than the torn bloodstained clothes she had been given. Like most Dragon Beastkin, her legs and arms were more draconic than human, though doubtless still possessed the same human dexterity. Covered in carmine scales, they stretched from her forearms to her upper back, and upon her head rested a crown of bronze horns. Unable to even so much as move her tail, Adra could only listen on and on as the buyers gawked at her. How dearly did she want to burn them to death here and now- To set them aflame and run... Though that wasn't possible.

Then the bidding began. 500 Gold. 1000. 1250. 2000. It only climbed higher and higher, and did so for a while. From what little Adra understood of Klironian gold, 500 was already a substantial amount. That simply meant that whoever would buy her had substantial holdings of their own. ...All of this made her sick.

Eventually- The bidding concluded. A price of 5000, in the end. Ten time than the initial bid. People were rabid to have such a 'rare' creature, she could imagine. As she looked to her buyer, her eyes burned in hatred, glaring deeply into their eyes as they made their approach.