Medical checkups for slaves

Kira and a team of medics arrived at the slaves' quarters, a run-down warehouse near the fort's stables. The structure looked neglected, its wooden walls stained with grime and the scent of dampness hanging heavy in the air.

Stepping inside, Kira's stomach twisted at the sight. The space was dark, poorly ventilated, and littered with debris. Dust clung to the walls, and the floor was coated in filth. It was clear this place had seen no real maintenance in years.

Kira felt a sad feeling in his heart as he saw the conditions of the place. He noticed how unsanitary the place was.

Scattered across the floor were dozens of slaves, their ragged clothing barely clinging to their frail bodies. Many bore signs of exhaustion, their eyes hollow with fatigue and illness. Some turned away at the sight of the newcomers, while others watched with silent apprehension.