In several of the rooms, there were not only slave traders lying around but also some slaves who had been reduced to mere playthings.
Gaven couldn't help but sigh lightly, recognizing that where there was war, there were inevitably casualties, and all he could do was ensure that such casualties were kept to a minimum.
"Let us go," tell your Leader to let us go or we'll destroy the Pirate's Turbine. This thing is worth a fortune; don't you care?"
"You are not allowed to come close, no one is allowed to come close; you won't be able to destroy the door faster than we can destroy the turbine."
"Send someone out to talk; I'll count to fifty, and if there's no response, then blame us for both losing out."
The voice coming out from the sealed chamber was somewhat hysterical. The demands it made lacked any rational consideration, and it didn't take into account that even if the other party agreed to trade, they would still have no way to leave.