The Storyteller's Night Pt. 2The Storyteller's Night Pt. 2 by blood-dodo
The barbarian stirred, grunting his approval for the turn events had taken. Deh, visibly distressed, sat in silence for a while before looking up. “So what happened to the girl?”
“The girl?” I answered with a question. “It’s unfortunately a common enough fate – she got sold as a slave. Long story short she changed owners often, her price dropping as the number of scars increased. She was fourteen when a wealthy merchant sought her for more than cooking and cleaning, and two days later she found herself in prison for murder.”
“A slave killing their master? That’s death by execution at the first convenience of someone with an ax, as far as I know…” It was obvious he hadn’t spent much time in the less civilized parts of our continent.
“Executions aren’t all that common when there’s an Arena full of people throwing their money away for the next spectacle. Much more lucrative that way, and it ke