My second entry for @shadow-dragon-week !
TW: slavery, physical abuse, implied sexual abuse
Here lay a bunch of venatori reports regarding the recent acquisition of slaves. The first report talks about an elf they captured in Arlathan, who seemed to be running away from their clan. A bunch of notes were added to the reports individually, each written chronologically as events unfolded. The name written down at the very top of the report is Domninus Ducas.
The note is neatly written.
We captured an elf. Bruised and with a wound that definitely got split open when he was on the run. Already had it treated by the time this report is being written, I do not want my merchandise to bleed all over the floor.
A young elf. Redhead. Green eyes, one darker than the other. Looks quite feminine, he might sell well.
We're leaving Arlathan tomorrow.
The note was written several days later than the first, the handwriting remains neat.
The elf finally spoke. Refused to tell me his name initially, so I taught him to respect his new master. If I am to remember correctly, his name is Kalais. No surname, no clan name.
From what I can gather, the elf was accused of murder. Pathetic little thing. Maybe I can make use of his skills.
But that means I can't sell him.
The note was written a day after the previous one, but the handwriting seems rushed. Droplets of ink all over the paper.
These bloody idiots. Now he's even less valuable. Told them to control themselves, but rather they helped themselves to the slave! Like absolute dogs, these useless bunch. The elf fought back, too, and is injured again.
I will take matters into my own hands.
The handwriting is back to being clean. Yet the ink spills remain.
We are back in Tevinter. We've momentarily put the slaves in Dock Town, a cellar is being used to hide them in. Already have several contacts coming in today to see them. Business should go well.
Still considering to keep the redhead to myself, unless a good offer presents itself. I'll keep him chained to the wall, I do not wish to deal with any escape attempts.
The last one contains messy handwriting once again, the rage which it was written with can be felt in every word.
These stupid sewer rats broke into the building overnight and took EVERYTHING. Every single slave, gone.
Whatever business I was able to get done before the intrusion will have to do. We're leaving for Nessus in two days.
They took the redhead, too. The things I could've done with him, now crushed. I will kill every single one of these self proclaimed shadow dragons. But not now. There's work to be done.
