I Have Standards

The cage with chained people inside was lowered to the ground, right next to other cages.

The cold chill of the night sent immediate shivers down their spines, and they wondered whether they would even survive through the night.

"Y'all will be sent to the mines tomorrow morning." The rider said. "Those who the King doesn't seem fit to be there will be executed."

"How does it feel to betray your own race?" A sharp-tongued man asked.

"It was either that or become a slave like you." The rider said with a scoff. "I clearly chose correctly."

"I guess the weight of money in your pockets covers for your lack of heart." A dirty-faced woman called out.

"I'd rather have weight in my pockets than chains on my wrists." The rider said. "You should be happy that you are malnourished; it took flesh off your important parts because you could've been sent to the crimson castle to serve our new ruler."