Pale blue eyes watch the rather ineffective displays shown by the two Nesstran slaves.  Did they really think they would accomplish anything?  Even if they did break free, then what, where would they go.  All it really accomplished was to bring them pain and suffering.  Delicate hand reaches up, to brush back strands of blond hair blown up from the dry wind.  Did they not realize that they were slaves, that they had always been slaves, and would always be slaves?  These..  Nesstrans had rather odd ways it seemed.<br/><br/>Marteen sighs as the female leashes the one's genitals, wincing softly as she pulls on him.  A collar about his neck, a chain connected to a cuff about his ankle that leads to a post.  The only other adornments he had on were cuffs about his wrists and ankles.  They were not locked together, such a thing was unnecessary, since he knew his place as property here.  Still, these two Nesstrans were curious.  They...  were so different than anything he was used to.<br/><br/>Seeing the one being taken away, he shifts his attention to the other belligerent slave.  A priestess, stopping to offer him some bread.  A slight shake of the head, wondering why anyone would treat such a brute like that, but, it was hardly his place to question a female.  He was a slave after all.  What she did, with who, was for her to decide, and not for the likes of him to say otherwise.  Still, a soft rumble of his stomach reminds him, it had been while since he  last ate.  He would just have to wait until the next feeding.  So, Marteen watches, and waits.