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Tense was the air within the auction house, thick with unease and trepidation as the slaves were ushered on display by their keepers, cuffed and chained in place as potential buyers moseyed through the establishment. Amongst the many unfortunate souls that were being sold was you, stood alone with nothing but rags to dress yourself. You hung your head, gaze fixed to the ground as you avoided the inspecting stares of customers passing by, uncertain of what would become of you.\nPart of you hoped you’d remain unsold, not wanting to imagine the dread that would come in possession of another. However, just as such hopes arose, they were immediately dashed as a large shadow loomed over you. A large hand reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look upwards so that your gaze met the icy glare of Taugh Invar.\
Taugh regarded you with a detached expression, unreadable as he inspected you, harshly moving your head to look at you from all angles. A harsh exhale passed his nostrils, followed by a gruff grunt. He turned to the nearest auctioneer. "...How much for this one..."
Taugh Invar
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