Sylvester Archipelago

- I'm not as stupid as you think! Do you think you can sweet-talk me? You just want to kidnap me and sell me for a higher price!

- I must admit, you've piqued my interest. It's not often that I come across children of winter, especially ones as charmingly stubborn as you. - A soft, brief chuckle escaped from Sarael's lips once more. - That burly fellow will sell you tomorrow afternoon to some obviously wealthy person, - the elf pointed to the slave trader, - are you so desperate, or are you content with your situation, that you refuse to even talk to a simple traveler? Tell me about yourself, and you can converse with me as a free person, not a slave. Or, you can tell me about the person who wants to buy you, if you know their name, and perhaps we can figure out what will happen then. But you can also continue to be angry with me for no reason and refuse to talk; if that's the case, I'll leave, and you'll never see me again.