It was mid-afternoon when the wagons pulled into camp. Nistac and Mendre had stayed behind this time to get everything prepared for the sale. “Sorar, back already you made great time!” “Yes, and we have a full shipment!” “Ahh, not bad Sorar, not bad at all. No trouble then?” “Not exactly we lost Nolus and Ulran.” “Sorry to hear that, it will be hard to replace those two blades men.” Nistac, not one to waste time on sentiment goes back to the matter at hand, “Mendre will help with the off load, Jyta already made up the cages.” “Good, is everything all set for next week?” “Yes, and we have a few buyers coming from Hammerfell this time, should make for interesting pricing.” As Sorar and Nistac were discussing the “shipment and sales arrangements”, Mendre ordered the group into action and as each woman came off the wagon he did an inspection, “Jyta, bring in the buckets and have them wash up. Also, get Helvia; she will need to do some healing.”
The women were locked in two cages. Bagrak, did a mental assessment of the other group, two of the woman were Imperial Soldiers, one Dunmer, and three Nords. The two Imperial women were warriors looked to be Colovians, one of the Nord’s was a warrior, the other women looked like they were farmers, or shop keepers. Lette had told her that Jyta was also a victim, one they kept as a slave. Helvia and Rona the other two women would not be on their side and to be careful Helvia the Benton was schooled in both restoration and destruction magic and would use it. She was a powerful mage. Helvia and Sorar were the leaders of sorts, Nistac and Mendre ran the camp, and the rest of the gang which included Tibus, Gan, Fenrar, Roland, and Rona.
Jyta brought over the buckets of water “Here you go, wash up and be quick about it.” She hurried to the tent on the far side of camp. “Excuse me, Helvia.” Jyta never knew what type of mood Helvia would be in, she nervously shifts from side to side. In a bored voice looking up over her Alchemy table, “Yes, Jyta, what is it now?” “Um, the, well, um, you see…” “Out with it girl I haven’t got all day!” “Uh, Nistac said you would help with the healing, some of the girls are banged up.” In a sarcastic voice “Some of the what, Jyta?” “Uh, girls, uh no, stock, shipment I mean, sorry?” “You have to be the slowest, most insufferable wretch. Go tell Nistac I’ll see to them tomorrow, I am in the middle of some important work.” “Sorry Helvia, I will right away.” Rushing out she bumps right into Tibus. “Oh, sorry Tibus.” “Better get to Nistac or the Queen mother there will burst.” “Yes, thank you.” Tibus goes to his tent, exhausted from the trip he is itching for a good sleep and then maybe he’d head into town for some fun.
Jyta goes looking for Nistac, one minute these creeps are happy the next they could be violent, she never knew what to expect and was always just trying to stay out of the way. “Nistac?” She finds him by the wagons, along with Fenrar, whom she detests, he is an awful pervert. “Nistac, I just came from Helvia, she said she will see to…uh…um… them tomorrow she was in the middle of something.” Trying to get away before Fenrar gets any ideas, she starts to back away. “What, tomorrow, fine, her and her experiments, fine, fine. Have you started the evening meal”? “Yes, and I better get to it, I don’t want to burn the bread.” She would use any excuse to get away now, Fenrar was smiling that gross smile of his and she knew what that meant for her. “Go, and after we eat whatever is left split between you and the stock, got it.” “Yes, thank you Nistac.” Without a backward glance she runs to the cooking station, he won’t touch her in the open, at least he is too afraid to less Sorar see’s him.
Fenrar smiles, ah lovely Jyta, she was much handsomer when they first brought her here the last several months she has gone downhill, maybe it is time to replace her, and he thinks of the Orc, now she’s a woman, what he wouldn't do to her. Shaking his head, he slides another glance at Jyta, adjusting himself; he is really going to have to have one of these whores take care of him, no reason to pay when he has 13 to choose from.
“Fenrar, can you handle the rest of the wagons, I have to see Gan about some items that need improvement before we sell them off, oh and nice score on the armor.” Fenrar, also admires Bagrak’s armor, I should get a good price for this! Nistac, leaves without waiting for Fenrar’s reply it wasn’t really a question anyway. Looking around the camp Fenrar sees Rona and Mendre were attending the horses, Tibus and Roland weren't around they were probably asleep both were exhausted, they handled the wagons this trip. Lette was helping Jyta, Sorar was heading to Helvia’s tent and Gan was by the grindstone with Nistac. Perfect, the wagons are right near the cages, time for a visit with my Orc.
Bagrak, Nin, and Neesha are talking in hushed tones. “We do not have a choice Neesha, Lette says we can trust Jyta, and she wants to get her out of here, so we have to take her with us.” “OK, anyway, I couldn't live with myself if we escape and left someone here.” Nin whispers’, “Hey Bagrak, watch out lover boy is headed this way.” As Fenrar gets closer the women avoid the bars as much as possible, he has a look of a wolf or a saber cat. “Hello, ladies. Making your selves comfortable?” His fingers touching the bars as he walks around the cage that Bagrak is in. He glances at the other cage, the women there seemed to sense he was no good and huddle together as well, the fear they feel is tangible. “Where is my Orc hiding?” “Oh sweetie, wait until you see what I have planned for you!” He winks, and adjusts himself and smiles at her, “I can’t wait to show this to you.” Bagrak’s temper is ready to burst, the rage is building and you can see the vein in her neck pulsing. Tomorrow night cannot come soon enough!
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