"It's not something I have been exposed to, but I think I have deduced it from various bits and pieces of information I've picked up along the way. A slave is basically someone that is forced into servitude against their will, right? Stripped of rights, treated as little more than a property investment, and sometimes, not even properly taken care of... which seems absurd to me, but I guess people really can be idiotic at times." It stood to reason that one would take care of one's property relatively well, because otherwise, it would quickly become devalued. But perhaps, with such an apparently bustling slave trade in the empire... maybe lives really were that cheap.<br/><br/>The idea profoundly bothered him.  But then, his thoughts started drifting off in other directions. He sighed, and took the hood down from his face. "I will stay with you while we are here. I will not allow you to be put into slavery again. I am certain the others are with me on this. If you would like to, I may play the role of your owner, and in this way, I can keep undue attention from falling upon you. I understand that for you, however, that might further your suffering. I can fetch some spare clothes, or a new robe, if you'll stay up here, for you. Then, we can better hide your identity. What do you think?"