Trillen was uncomfortable. The silk felt alien against his skin and all the jewelry was heavy to carry. He was more used to wearing very little to any clothing at all. The fact that his Master saw felt to dress him up was just a little weird for him. Well, he guess he should say former Master since the man planned to give him to the King to be used as he saw fit. Really, it was just another day in his life. Except for the clothes part. He could really do without the finery. So as soon as he was taken away and stripped, he gladly helped them.<br/><br/>Not that the outfit they gave him was much better, at least he didn't feel like he was being suffocated. About the only time he really squirmed was when they branded him, but that was no more than to what was expected when someone sticks something burning hot against your skin. He couldn't even complain about the food as he munched on the fruit, but left the meat untouched.<br/><br/>Hearing his number called, he stood up to receive his assignment. All he did was bow low as he was told his new home for now and went to the next step. He would always serve his masters well. It beats the alternative of being starved and whipped. By a long shot.