<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair's standing came across as rebellious when it was more a matter of cultural differences. He'd not been made to bow or kneel before anyone that was not either of royal blood or master to him. He'd never been hit before over it, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. Altair folded in on himself, not expecting the blow that the received.<br/>
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“I will sell for less bruised and broken,” Altair spoke once he could find his breath, trying to make it understood why he should be treated with a bit more care.<br/>
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“You mistake my lack of direction for rebelliousness.” Altair remained sitting until it was more clear what the other wanted of him. He allowed the others to be unlocked, if only so the pain could subside in his abdomen, but followed suit when it came his turn. He shifted so that his back was to the strangers, presenting his wrists behind his back, tied with just rope.<br/>
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“Considering my value, they didn't want the metal digging into my skin, something you'd do well to be mindful of also,” he spoke as if to explain why he was tethered differently than the others. The bindings weren't necessary. Altair wasn't going anywhere, but perhaps there was a reason slaves of foreign regions seemed hell bent on escape. Altair was raised of a different mindset, provided he had a decent master. In Dusan they were not so uncommon, but Altair was starting to wonder about the rest of the world.</span></span>