The slave market was the most crowded place in the city, a suffocating pit where human suffering was concentrated into one area. All around us, cages lined the streets, packed with slaves who stared with hollow eyes or looked down in shame, their very existence reduced to property. The air itself felt heavy, thick with the stink of sweat, fear, and desperation.
"I've heard that there are many elven slaves here," Artemis said, her voice sharp, almost trembling with restrained fury. "But that's only what I heard. It's possible there aren't any right now. Elven slaves are always in demand. I mean, they're beautiful, graceful, and everyone wants them. They're almost always sold out. And because they're so costly, it isn't easy to get them."
