Your muse sees mine being sold in a brutal slave market.

    _{Jack was utterly silent the entire time. No wisecracking joke, arrogant taunt, or undefeated laugh escaped from his lips anymore, and he only watched as the pelts and gold were handed over in exchange for him. The man looked alright, he supposed. It could’ve been worse – a lot worse. He’d seen some of the nobles that had bought the others and he was possibly the luckiest one in the bunch if he was going home with him. He was quiet all the way through being led down and even lifted onto the man’s horse, only choosing to speak when they were far away from the crowds.}

    _{“I’m not worth that, y'know. Maybe…half that pouch, and no pelts. I broke china on my very first day.”}