<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair looked at the map, to get an idea of where he was. A long way from Dusan, he knew that, and still a fair distance from their destination. He knew very little of the Kingdom of Weiss, and it's occupants. He only hoped that they were more civilized than this lot. Altair enjoyed his life as a high end slave, at least when it awarded him protection and comfort. It seemed that he would receive neither on this ship. He followed the Captain as he moved him along, and sat when he'd been instructed, though he was frowning, not bothering to even try” to hide his disdain.<br/>
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“I can live with little food, and I am not without ways of earning my keep on this ship. I told you I speak many languages. Do you not have letters laying around, old trade routes perhaps, that might give indication towards your next acquisition.” Altair didn't need to eat as much as one of the crew, he only needed enough to keep himself maintained for the next two weeks. He could conserve energy and make it through, that is if they didn't intend on letting him go without.<br/>
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“I would rather starve than be passed around to the men on deck,” Altair decided, looking the Captain in the eye. “Weight can be regained, but it's hard to predict the temperaments of uncivilized men. For my loss of condition, you will lose significant coin. No one likes dealing in unhealthy stock, and it seems a pity that you wouldn't invest the meager amount it would take me beforehand to keep me healthy. But your loss, I suppose.” Altair didn't like being manipulated and backed into a corner. He felt, even at a disadvantage, he could sell himself to the sort of man he liked to serve. There was no guarantee what the men would do to him giving the opportunity, and it wasn't a gamble he wanted to take.<br/>
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The captain added to his offer, and still, Altair was not happy about the way he'd been propositioned. Perhaps if he'd gone about it differently, he might have warmed to him more.<br/>
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“It seems as though you're really not giving me much choice at all. Pressed as I am, I will serve you, and you alone. There is meant to be a certain exchange in what we as slaves have to offer, and if you want my subservience in the way it was meant to be, you will have to make some promises to me about my well being.” It was the only thing Altair had to leverage. He for now ignored the hand touching his cheek.</span></span>