<br/>After preparing yourself, you wait for endless hours, maybe even a day - its hard to tell the flow of time with no indication of its passage - When "they" finally come to get you, you are almost relieved, relieved that the waiting finally Ends. "They" are two middle aged men, humans, wearing chain shirts and carrying short spears and shields, as well as an tabard displaying an eagle rising into the sun. The guards are absorbed into some conversation, never stopping, or even caring of your presence, as their talk suddenly centers around your person.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Guard 1</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">... Think they would care more what happens to their slaves, but no, they let them die, chained to the very fields they were supposed to plow. What a waste.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from:  Guard 2</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> I feel ya. few days ago i saw a girl on the fields, pretty thing, extremely young. Her holes were a mess, i tell ya, and to top it off those bastards even slit her throat.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from:  Guard 1</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Speaking of slaves, what do you think about our newest Addition? I like those breasts, the way she painted them... Think they'd notice if i suck em for a bit? We could Claim she resisted.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The other guard frowns, shaking his head furiously after a mere seconds, even taking half a step between you and his companion.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from:  Guard 2</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I wouldn't do that if i were you. Your new. You don't know, and i don't blame you, but do you know what caused the Job to be free in the first place? </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from:  Guard 1</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Na, what do i care?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from:  Guard 2</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">But you should. Knew the bastard. Thought he could do what he wants with the accursed. Did a pretty Thing, just like her. Know what? She was found innocent. Stole a horse, 10 People saw her, but she was found innocent. And sued him. Poor bastard was found guilty of rape, and sold into slavery himself to pay for his crime.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The other guard immediately steps back from you, obviously having lost all interest in fondling you. Instead, he roughly pushes you foreward, yelling<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">What are you looking at, bitch? Move it! His Lordship won't come to you.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>And with that, you are led through small hallways and tunnels made of Stone for some time,maybe, propably, surely towards your judgment...<br/>