Being hung in front of her, Elaya, or perhaps it’d be better to see her as Fifi, went ballistic. She scread and struggled against her restraints. However, it sounded like her brother’s neck had snapped from the fall. He quickly grew immobile, and he was dead. The girl fell to the ground, crying. This enraged the Slave Master, who went to strike her. However, he realized he was in front of potential custors, and beating slaves might not be so good an idea.
Instead, he grabbed her and roughly threw her in the back. I walked up to the crowd, but I found myself unable to get closer. No matter where I moved, there was an impenetrable barrier of people. Even when I tried to shove through, I found a group of people who just didn’t move, nor acknowledge . I began to realize this was another invisible wall, intending to keep from getting any closer to the auction. Feeling frustrated again, I watched the rest of the slave auction.
Slave after slave was bid on, but when it ca to Fifi’s turn, her previous display had caused her value to decrease significantly. The slave auctioneer had initially asked for an exorbitant price, but no one made a bid. He had to lower the price twice, each ti growing increasingly red-faced as he found her going for far less than he expected. Well, I didn’t know where this was, but 500 gold was a lot to ask for a simple maid, so I understood people’s hesitation.
When the bidding finally reached 100 gold, an old man raised a bid. I also attempted to bid, but it seed like I was ignored. Just like with the cabin or in the adow, no one in the slave auction seed to be able to see just outside. It looked like this was another part of the story that was being kept away from .
“Going once! Going twice! Sold!” The man declared, slamming a gavel.
I tried to get a look at the man who had bought Fifi, but he quickly stood up and moved out of my sight. I couldn’t see him from my vantage point in the back and only saw his back. Fifi was taken away, and I was left once again wondering what I should do. That was when a thought ca to . At this point, they had removed the body of Fifi’s brother from the rope. I left my place near the slave auction and followed the n as they carried the body away.
I followed them into a back ally, where they loaded his body onto a cart where several other bodies resided. I hid while they returned. I watched as they passed by. The n were mumbling about how much work they had to do or so such nonsense. Once they were out of sight, I walked up to the cart of bodies and grabbed Fifi’s brother, pulling him away. I found a cubbyhole in the sa ally, and then I began the Resurrection spell.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if the spell failed. This dungeon was a dungeon on rails, showing particular scene after particular scene before dragging on to the next part of the story. I completed the spell without too many expectations.
So, I was a bit shocked when the man’s eyes snapped open and he let out a gasp. I had done it. I had succeeded in resurrecting Fifi’s brother. There was no way that this had happened historically. What would this an for the continuation of this story?
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