The driver cast an unnerved glance out of the corner of his eye towards the dragoness before going back to his task.  The rest of the ride is rather uneventful as you lounge upon your newly acquired carriage, enjoying the sun’s warmth in a beautiful late-summer day.  After a few hours you find yourself approaching the rather seedy looking village of Porthaven, most renowned for its black market, bar brawls, pirates, and slave auctions.  The local government is non-existent, order largely maintained by the notion that just as there is no law to punish your crimes, so also is there no law to protect you from those you committed the crimes against.  It was not a place where the meek and naïve are chewed up, spit out, and used as chum in the shark infested waters of the dockyard.<br/><br/>Magic or no, this was the sort of place anybody looking to make a name for themselves best do so with tact.  There are a lot of powerful people within the town, both in capabilities and influence.  Making a scene is just like putting a bullseye on your back where several individuals certainly wouldn’t mind sticking a dagger.<br/><br/>As you pull into town proper, you garner several inquisitive glances.  Some curious about the new merchant, most wondering why that particular slave is riding atop the cage rather than within it.  Either way, the carnal lust in those eyes are as plain as day and it would be safe to assume that walking any of the alleys is a good way to be pestered by people who want to do all sorts of naughty things to you with or without your consent.