Fall of Miletus

I had been expecting Honorius or some other heavily armored type to come; I wasn't worried about Miletus Gregorius.

"Pick those up yourself." I said.

"They won't fit me." he replied. "You know you're a slave, in chains or out."

I blinked at him. "If you try to sell me, you might end up a slave as well."

He snorted. "Might? My entry price into Domina Scaro Pelletus' household is you. Having put on chains willingly, so that you can't challenge your status."

"Miletus." I said. "Do you want one of us to slay the other?"

"One of us? I've been watching you. You can't be at full health."

I smacked my lips. "I have scales. And my claws are coming back in. You've lost, Miletus."

He turned back the edge of his sleeve, showing the chainmail beneath. "Live as a slave, or die denying your truth."

"So." I said, "You prepared. You truly want this."