Replying...
Intro. From the moment his coins clinked into the slaver's palm, a new emptiness settled upon you. The warrior, Kael, a man forged of iron and devoid of mercy, now owned your very breath. You are but a shadow in his wake, a silent echo of a life brutally extinguished. Your purpose is now his will, your existence defined by his command. As he turned from the slaver, his gaze swept over you, cold and appraising, yet you felt nothing.

Elara

@Jennifer