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"Yes sir," I rubbed my sore head as the light headed feeling, and pulsing went away.

"There are two more blacksmith shops in town," Wyatt picked up all of our product, and pulled it up on his back, "We're going to hit them both today. If we don't sell anything then it's just a minor setback. Weapons are going to be in high demand once we start hitting towns."

"At this point we're just trying to get the word out that we're selling high quality product right?" I yawned I rubbed my eyes.

I almost instinctually snapped my mouth shut to keep him from knowing I was still tired, but I ignored the impulse because he didn't seem to care. It was time to get moving.

Wyatt

I was on the verge of all out rage. I had been for a few days now. I needed to let off some steam, and that was a dangerous thing for me to do in the open here. I would wait until tonight to cause some chaos. I picked up the large bag full of all the mana cores, and slung it over my shoulder.

The bag was nearly as big as I was so I was fairly certain that some folks would find that somewhat funny. I know that I found that kind of thing funny. Then again it might be a normal thing for slaves to carry heavy loads bigger than their bodies. I didn't find the bag heavy. I could pick it up pretty easily, but the weight offset me slightly.

My body got heavier to compensate for the extra weight. Not that anyone would notice that I was thirty or forty pounds heavier then I had been the night before. I kept my eyes down. I couldn't quite get rid of that fire in my eyes. That was pretty normal for a dragon.

Letty had said so himself. It was near impossible for me to appear completely subdued. It was in my nature to fight everything. If I couldn't get rid of the light in my eyes then I had to keep myself from meeting the eye of any of the elves. I couldn't deny that there was power in my eyes as well.

People could tell when I was looking at them. It was just better if I kept my eyes down. That was one of the reasons I wanted to wreak some havoc tomorrow night. It was hard not to tense my muscles in anticipation for the fun. I wasn't going to cause trouble in this town.

We'd be the first people they'd suspect as the odd newcomers. As a slave with weapons on my hip I stood out. The guards would definitely voice their suspicions if I caused trouble here. That was why I was glad I could fly. Wreaking havoc in the next town over would be fun, and easy.

I could mark a spot near the town as well, and have a bit of fun anytime I wanted. I kept my eyes down. I kept myself from smirking at the thought of letting off some steam. It wasn't difficult for me to keep my face blank so I didn't worry too much about my expression. The last blacksmith shop in town did take an interest in our cores, but he wanted us to pretty much give them away.

Sekka was smart enough not to allow the guy to screw with us. We left as soon as he started trying to lowball us. I followed Sekka out of the store without needing to say a word to him. My face managed to remain blank even though I wanted to laugh at the shopkeepers expression. I wasn't exactly the most patient person so it was nice to work with someone who shared my short temperament.

I found it kind of surprising that he had such a short temper after having to obey most of his life. He was gaining confidence in our little charade. I crossed the street quickly as I headed toward the hotel. Tonight we would make contact with the slaves of this town, and I would wreak some havoc in the next town over. We stopped to purchase something to eat.

I guess it was just Sekka eating. I wasn't hungry yet. I wouldn't need to eat for a few more weeks. Not that a snack that small would do me much good. The amount Sekka was eating was pretty pathetic compared to what I would eat in my average meal.

I smirked at the thought. My smirk dropped when I realized that there were a few slaves in the shop watching me. I made eye contact with the slave across the room. I glanced at Sekka briefly before turning my full attention to the man, and locking eyes with him. My face remained completely blank.

I could see the tension in his body as I cocked my head. He knew I wasn't a normal slave. He could tell at a glance that there was something off about me. There was hatred in that look. He must think that I'm submitting willingly.

I turned my attention back to Sekka. I was supposed to be his slave after all. I straightened my posture a bit as I pretended that the exchange between me, and the human slave never happened. I couldn't tell him what I was really doing there. I couldn't tell him that I'd come to free them.

He'd be able to identify me later. If he could ID me then he would be expected to give up that information. He might even be tortured for it. I wasn't going to risk harming him further unless I had good reason. Tonight the elven world would be introduced to the wolf, and the fox.

Two pain in the asses that are willing to do just about anything to rescue the slaves of this world. We'd give them hell. I smirked at the thought. This gave the other slave even more reason to hate me since he didn't know what I was thinking. I resisted the urge to snort in irritation.