The Illegal Slavers

I learned the girl was named Aliesie and she was fourteen.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked while crouched behind some boxes.

Emilia nodded, "If there's one thing I know about illegal slavers, it's that they hate it when their merchandise runs away."

"And… Why? Aside from them losing money of course."

She gestured to us, "Because those they caught would definitely rat them out which might even jeopardise their entire operation."

I peeked over the boxes at where we had left Aliesie, who was visibly afraid despite agreeing to be bait to draw out the slavers.

Since we don't know where their base was, we were hoping that if we were to leave her out in the alley here, they would recapture her and bring her back to their base.