Draiss grinned to himself, as he stepped in, but quickly stopped grinning, as he examined the areas the slaves were forced to inhabit. He understood why they were treated as they were, made them more likely to positively bond to the master later, but it didn't make it any less easier to swallow seeing the dwarf woman on her hands and knees, tears rolling down her face as she buried her face in the trough for her water. He did a quick circuit, finding two high elves, one dwarf, a minotaur, a feline, an orc and hobgoblin, as well as a halfling and a dragon blooded gray elf. He looked over the nine, before shaking his head and moving to the middle. "Those of you who aren't slaves, please stand."