Sylvester Archipelago

The orcish girl cast a disdainful glance at Sarael and spoke.
- Have you come to deliver another batch of "goods"? Because of scum like you, I ended up here! Get out! I'm not going to talk to you!

— You must have mistaken me for someone else, — Sarael replied quietly and calmly, as if he didn't notice the angry tone of his interlocutor, and so that no one else could hear them. — I won't argue, I have done many "bad" things in my life, as many people might consider, depending on their point of view, but your interlocutor has never been involved in slave trading, and even more: in the past, I had to rescue my fellow countrymen from the hands of Histian slave traders. Now, however, I am just a simple traveler... and as far as I can tell, there aren't many ways for you to pass the time in this cage, so why not chat with a stranger? Oh yes, my name is Sarael. — The dark elf smiled friendly.