Warlord Mehron
"Fit and healthy human slaves for sale! Starting from just 50 ethereal cores of Earth grade. Come and buy them before they get sold!" A big, stout ghoul was shouting at the top of his voice on an elevated platform where five humans were tied up on poles as if to display them like items.
Three were men, and two were women, all looking young, though any expert can discern they were around 200 years old, which was young enough.
These humans seemed to have been bathed, though their pale faces seemed like they were living in a nightmare. Only torn rags were covering their bodies barely as ghouls passing by glanced at them like glancing at dogs.
Damien noticed this and asked, as he pulled together his brows, "Ethereal cores? You guys use them to buy stuff…even slaves?"