Sylvester Archipelago

When they reached the cells, Sarael immediately noticed that there was a different slave trader in the same place this time. For some reason, he felt that it wasn't just because the previous one had decided to take a day off – perhaps his superiors didn't like the fact that he had sold the daughter of winter, who had been ordered by someone else, or maybe something else, who knows, and it doesn't matter anyway.
- How are you going to sell her? – the elf said, approaching the new slave trader. – Not only is she in chains, which means she's dangerous and not suitable for every owner, but she also has a sack over her head. What if she's terrifying?