Rumel The Slave

There was a difference to what a Slaver would call an asset and the other a slave, both being a part of the human race of course. One was what they were known to trade in, and another was a secret which a slaver would end his life to ensure it was kept. These slaves had ranks and in all there were two categories, the high and low slave. As Rumel, being the only name she ever had, was a high slave.

*WHOOSH!

"Did you hear that?" A guard in leather armour, averagely equipped with a spear and dagger said to another as he scanned the rooftops.

"No, I didn't drink anything girl. I'm so sober for you."

"Eh, are you feeling well?" He turned to look at the other, only to see him leaning on the spear with his eyes glued somewhere. Being so immensed in what he was looking at that he didn't even notice himself drooling. 

Following his gaze, he spotted the figures moving towards the largest of the buildings around and that was when it all made sense.