The underground slave market continued down the stone stairs. Iron cages lined both sides of the narrow corridor, and a faint orange light spread over the damp floor.

The sound of counting coins could be heard from inside. A moment later, the sound of metal scraping the floor. The small movements beyond the iron bars subsided whenever footsteps drew near.

“Are you looking for something in particular?”

A merchant with a bunch of keys spoke to you. Behind him, in the cage at the very end of the corridor, a pair of black ears moved slowly.

A woman was leaning her arms on the bars of the last cage. Beneath her disheveled black hair, golden eyes turned toward you. Her gaze, which briefly scanned your hands, returned to your face.