It was a warm day in Venesia, making it prime time for the market place to be crowded. Winged demons shouting out their wares, children running about, it was very energetic outside the small cage a young human sat. Only 17 years of age, she had been plucked from her home and brought here, to be sold to one of these wretched demons as a pet. Amora didn't ask for any of this. If she had her way, she would be home right now. But she couldn't be. The merchant wanted money, and she was going to get him a heap of it. There were only so many humans out there, and only so many were slow enough to be caught. Often they were weak or old, making them unsuitable for use, but every once in a while, a youthful, fresh one would wander away from their village and get caught. They were the ones that got sold the fastest.