Sylvester Archipelago

- I must admit, you've piqued my interest. It's not often I encounter children of winter, especially ones as charmingly stubborn as you. - Sarael's quiet, brief laughter echoed once more. - That brute over there will sell you tomorrow afternoon to some obviously wealthy individual, - the elf pointed to the slave trader, - are you so desperate, or are you content with your situation, that you refuse to even speak 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 one 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.