It had been close to a month since Conner lost his master and truthfully the young slave was still suffering from the lost.  The young man could remember the night his master had passed, he and the master’s wife had been by his side and once he passed it wasn’t hard to feel the grief in that room.  It was a week after the funnel when Conner was taken and given to slave sellers, he was confused but figured perhaps the mistress was hurt and having someone like Conner around who had been with her husband for so long would only cause painful memories to come up.  He couldn’t be angry at her.<br/><br/>Though him being sold was a mistake as she hadn’t meant to sell the personal slave.<br/><br/><br/>But now the boy stood in a show room, many other slaves around the place and all in their own little categories from light labors, personal slaves, and even bed warmers. Conner was in the light labors as he had been mistaken for a light labor slave rather than a personal slave.<br/><br/><br/>The boy stood among the other slaves, his master’s other slaves had either been bought already or taken to be retrained as a few did try to escape.  These of course had been newer slaves his master had gotten before his death.  His master wanted to train these slaves to be better, but of course that didn’t work.<br/><br/><br/>The red head kept his eyes down, rubbing the small pendent he could keep which his master had given to him when he became a personal servant.  He loved his master and now being away from his master and the master’s family had thrown the boy in a slight depression.  Although, even with this pendent it did bring the young man some comfort as he at least had something to remember his beloved master by and truthfully it was all he could ask for in his sad time.<br/><br/><br/>Conner looked up as he heard more buyers come in as well as when he heard the protesters outside shouting about how the slaves needed to be freed.  He could remember when he was younger and the first time he met one of those people and just how odd he thought they were.  How odd he still thought they were.  Why change the order of things that needed no change?<br/><br/><br/>Green eyes scanned the room, wondering who had been bought and seeing what masters were coming in and that was when he caught eye of a man.  Conner stared on for a moment, light green eyes wide curious as he stared at the man.  He looked familiar to the red head, but perhaps it was due to the clothes or just the fact the man may have already came into the slave showroom before.  It was only when he noticed the other looking at him when the boy shyly looked away and simply returned to staring at the pendent in hand.<i>I hope you're in a better place master. . . you must be. . .a Godly man like yourself must be up there.  I hope to see you one day.</i>