Crushing Victory
Garn wiped his forehead with a towel as he stood on the short of hidden port where several dozen ships were docked. He was thinking of the gains he would make when the men under Ashtar began pouring in. The powerful Demon General had already promised him several thousand gold coins per ship of people that would be transferred over to the Central Continent. As an incentive, he had paid Garn three hundred gold coins for shipping the group of half a dozen that had come earlier!
The bald man rubbed his hands greedily as he imagined all the women he would be able to pay for when next he visited a brothel. Or the slaves he would buy for labor the next time he visited a black market. The ones he had now were already worn and used.
"Sir Garn!" A loud voice pulled Garn out of his fantasies, irritating him.
"What?!" He spun around so quickly that his large belly shook with the momentum.