Sylvaris
The slaves were brought out to the podium, and Seraphiel froze instantly.
She began trembling from head to toe before gripping onto my hand with all of her force as if she needed my physical support just as her deathly scared voice sounded in my mind;
<Quinlan, that's my mother!>
<Why would she be in human lands? I thought clan leaders couldn't conscripted, her being here makes no sense. Unless…>
<Yes… I think she heard of my capture and decided to find me on her own.>
Damn it…
Eight elven women were dragged onto the podium in chains, their ethereal beauty was still evident despite their battered appearance. Their lithe forms moved gracefully and their sharp, delicate features were marked by exhaustion as well as humiliation. Their long ears twitched with anger and fright as the auctioneer's voice boomed over the amphitheater.