Amora sat on the cold earth, shivering slightly as a breeze kicked up her ragged skirt. She pulled slightly at the ropes that bound her, tied tightly to a post in the dirt. She looked around restlessly, watching the other slaves as they were sold on a stand. One of the men, the slave driver, loomed over her with a grin. "You're next." She let out a small sigh as she stood up, allowing the man to lead her to the stand.<span style="font-style: italic">It's not like I have anywhere to run...</span>she thought, looking out at the small crowd as the bidding began.