Rayne rested, dozing off while the cart rumbled along the rough track towards its destination. Tired out from the long day yesterday and still recovering from her wound, she managed to sleep through the uneven, jolting ride.<br/><br/>It seemed like only moments later that she was being shaken awake, but from the height of the sun in the sky, several in-game hours must have passed. The mountains loomed oppressively filling up much of the sky ahead of them, white snow-capped peaks sitting atop sheer slopes of rock broken only by a massive bronze-colored gate several stories tall flanked by giant statues of dwarven stonelords carved out of the rock on either side.<br/><br/>They had arrived!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A small trading settlement had sprung up in front of the gate, with stalls of dwarves trading with surface visitors - mostly human travelers from afar, but there was also an elven caravan who turned their eyes away from the cage and pretended not to notice its presence, and of course their own arrival represented the orcs - all NPCs as far as Rayne could tell. Though instead of typical NPC indifference, they were staring at the practically naked pair as they passed by, some of them even going so far as to whistle and catcall.<br/><br/>The cart rolled right past reputable-looking merchants with well-trimmed beards and clean clothes dealing in tools, crafts foodstuffs, tools, and stopped at the two scruffiest, most rough-looking dwarves of the lot, each armed to the teeth and sporting multiple tattoos in dark ink. The dwarves leered at the exposed women, with lecherous gazes lingering on their naked breasts. One reached between the bars of the cage and grabbed Rayne's tit, giving it a squeeze and pinching her nipple. He seemed satisfied with what he felt, grunting appreciatively.<br/><br/>The merchandise inspected, the orcs haggled with the dwarves until finally they came to terms and a large bulging sack changed hands. The door of the cage swung open. "Get out," the orcs growled, tugging on the girls' chains to ensure that they complied and stepped out of the cart. One of the dwarves took over the chains, giving them a yank that jerked the new slaves' collars forcing them to follow after him as he started heading for the gate in the mountain. The other dwarf took the chest of their possessions and put it in a wheelbarrow to follow close behind them.<br/><br/>Past the gate and inside the dwarven hold proper, it was dark - fire used up too much of the limited, precious air underground, and magical means of illumination were expensive to employ en masse. The main thoroughfare they took was illuminated at intervals by<em>everburning torches</em>, allowing Rayne to see what was going on with her low-light vision. The dwarven NPCs they passed by on the streets - most of the men and some of the women - took their free eyefuls of elven and half-eleven flesh with crude calls and whistles, and the most daring took a few handfuls as well getting in good squeezes of their breasts and butts, which their new owner did nothing to stop.<br/><br/>After a while they turned away from the main road and onto a side street, and soon enough it was pitch black with no light. The dwarves with their darkvision were supposedly unhampered, but neither Rayne nor Sylvia were so lucky. Walking blind they had to slow down or risk stumbling, which the dwarves did not take lightly, cursing in their own language as the one in front tugged on their collar chains pulling them forward while the one pushing the wheelbarrow behind them made a point of ramming the women from behind to show his displeasure.<br/><br/>Without any way to track time other than their own footsteps it seemed like forever before they reached their destination: what looked like a prison block with two rows of cells against opposite walls, each cell consisting of one side solid stone wall and the other three sides vertical metal bars. Some kind of glowing mold or fungi grew on the walls, providing the faint illumination that was letting Rayne see the layout. The cells contained a diverse selection of races, not just player races but also some monsters too, but what they all had in common was that they were all female.<br/><br/>The manacles on their wrists and elbows were unlocked and removed, and Rayne and Sylvia were shoved into a pair of adjacent empty cells. Their collars were left on though the chain was detached from them. The dwarves laughed cruelly and left without explanation.<br/><br/>"Ugh... I think I preferred the orcs..." Sylvia groaned, from the cell on Rayne's right. Meanwhile, the cell on Rayne's left was occupied by a harpy pressing against the bars and looking at her curiously.