As Damien entered the shop, he was assaulted by the disgusting smell of sweat and filth. Bones from various creatures were on display. He was greeted by a short, stout man with a mustache.
"Greetings, my good sir! Welcome to Colt Hayes' slave shop. I'm the owner, Colt himself. What can I do for ya'?"
Damien cleared his throat and replied, "I'm looking to purchase a slave."
"I see. For business or pleasure?"
"I—"
"I'm just messing with ya'. It's all the same, am I right?" Colt said, nudging Damien playfully with his elbow.
"I'm looking for a slave who is well-versed in magic."
"Is that right? Well, I have just the collection for ya'. Follow me."
The man led him to a back room, where the smell intensified. The demi-humans sat in human-sized cages, wearing tattered clothing, their skin battered and bruised.
