Sylvester Archipelago

— You must have mistaken me for someone else. — Sarael replied softly 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've done many "bad" things in my life, as many people might consider them, depending on their point of view, but your companion has never been involved in slave trading, and even more than that: in the past, I had to rescue my fellow countrymen from the hands of Hysteo 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 kindly.

— Is it true that someone actually buys them? — he asked in surprise.