There was no sharper melody than a crackling of the whip. This was a life Ghaun knew well, and it wasn’t uncommon for him and fellow slaves to end up being mistreated within those blocks. How long has it been since the male saw anything beyond the bars of a cage? Time was lost on him, the time spent in the arenas when owners wished to gambled their coin and his life. At least there was variety in meals as well when he wasn’t caged up by the slavers and there had been distant instances in the past where he was awarded something more than just bread or cold porridge with his winnings. In honestly, he rather be back down in the pits fighting for his life than dwelling in this horrid place. It was strange how cruel fate can be, once a slave, always a slave it seemed within the Underdark. Despite the owners he may strike down, he would end back up in this place. True freedom may only be awarded with his death or a full escape from the Underdark, but the possibilities of the latter were slim and there was still much to be done before he could even take his leave from this way of life.<br/><br/>Footsteps, the sounds echo quietly down in the hallways, for most individuals the approach may go unnoticed. Not for Ghaun, his wits were sharpen, his talents were those that leaned towards the shadows, before the fall of his house and his own enslavement. Those screams and cries of pain from fellow slaves wouldn’t detour his precise ears. He didn’t pay much heed to the approach, it wasn’t uncommon for guards or the auctioneer to come and go. Amethyst hued eyes were closed as his entire body was rested upon his knees within his cage, his body felt weary without the proper nutrition from the weeks of his imprisonment. Survival instincts kept him alive this far, he knew better to voice off to the guards, but those who caged him would not receive his full humbleness. This wouldn’t be a first of time spent here within his cage, nor would it be a last.<br/><br/>“Ghaun.” The voice of the auctioneer, the man was apparently gleeful with his tone, but the tattered and caged Drow paid him no mind currently. “Ah, as silent as ever I see. But today is a very fortunate day for me. It seems this too may be the last of times you come here.” The auctioneer sighed out, though his words had indeed finally stirred something out of the man. Even if it couldn’t be seen, Ghaun’s eyes had opened, those ivory long strands of hair blanketed over the slave’s face. Never did that male raise his head towards the one outside of the cage, he had no desire to look upon the slaver. To be rid of such a male fully would be a dream come true, but intuition was a horrible thing. Ghaun wasn’t getting a good vibe towards what this was leading to.<br/><br/>“Honestly I don’t want to part with you. You bring about such good business, Ghaun. Though the Priestesses need sacrifices for Lloth. Think of it as a new gamble, perhaps you’ll become favorable out of the few slaves I have to offer.” Such was a huge perhaps, Ghaun was no fool towards sarcasm. The slaver didn’t sympathize in the least bit with Ghaun’s predicament. The enslaved Drow knew all the better, and his entire being was trembling. Fear? Nay, Ghaun didn’t know such an emotion, he had nothing in his life left anymore to be afraid of. Everything he once possessed was stripped from him, his House, his title, his freedom, what was a life to be forgotten for him? It was fury however that brought upon such a display, angry at himself for killing the last of owners and ending up in this situation to lead towards this turn of events. What could he do? Kill the Priestesses that may desire to end his life? Such would anger Lloth and he might as well count himself dead upon even attempting such a deed.<br/><br/>Plead for his life? Ghaun would rather not. Already there were plenty of slaves moaning and complaining about this unfortunate news, but he will not degrade himself to their level. He was sure that nearly all would cry and grovel for mercy upon the arrival of that day, he on the contrary wasn’t as pitiful as them. He knew better that begging will not change anything, it was only a sign of weakness and Lloth weeded out the weak. Amidst his thoughts he missed out the comment that the auctioneer gave on ‘knowing he understood’ and even about the shipment itself being within a few hours. Shackled arms rose the moment the slaver took his leave, Ghaun’s hands pressed their way against his face. Though he wasn’t weeping, he was only trying to still the chaos going on within his mind. Never would he expect that this event would have such grave impact upon his current sanity. Laughter, a first and maybe a last, it was the only melody that escaped him, the only tune he’ll sung as many of wailing slaves were being released from their cages and gathered up like a herd of cattle. He too would be released, never faltering in his laughter as he was rudely pulled to his feet and taken with the others. It seemed the news of the other events had yet reach this part of the city, but for now it didn't seem to matter as him and the others were soon lead towards the Temple of Lloth.<br/>