Chapter 7

I want to thank Bachgen for editing this chapter.

As he wondered about the market place, Grayson took a moment to light up a large joint as he found himself in a fairly content frame of mind.

"God, what a wonderful life I have." he thought reverently to himself as he looked around the busy market place and saw that not only was it full of life in the form of men and their female slaves, but the city as a whole was brimming with life energy that made him feel so alive as compared to how he felt when he was just a normal human being back on earth.

As he was toking away, Grayson saw a young man who he guessed to be fifteen or so leading a chain of young female slaves that were loaded down with heavy packages.

"Nice!" he thought to himself with a happy smile, as he saw a gaggle of six or so little boys who looked to be anywhere from six to ten years old running past the heavily loaded slaves and slapping them hard on the ass, which made him laugh out loud with knowing amusement.

"Talk about boys being boys." Grayson thought to himself, as he continued to watch as the little boys streaked past the female slaves and giving them a hard slap on the ass that caused of few of the female slaves to groan with what sounded like weariness and arousal, as they struggled to carry their heavy loads and the little boys cried out with youthful exuberance as they ran past the slaves.

After the gang of small boys finished ass slapping the slaves, the slightly older boy who was leading the slaves stood there with an amused smirk at the antics of the little boys, and Grayson could see a look of fond remembrance in the teenage boy's dark green eyes that interested him.

"Hello, young man." Dravic Tolom heard someone say from behind him, and when he turned around he saw a fairly tall man with a youthful face standing there with a friendly and amused smirk on his face.

"Oh hello there, can I help you?" he asked the amused strange as he looked him over and saw by the way he was dressed that the stranger was a fighting man of some kind who was smoking something that he did not know of.

Grayson could see that the young man he was speaking to was dressed in a red and green tunic with a black crest on the chest that consisted of a circle of chain with a coat of arms done in a light golden color, and he also saw that the young boy was armed with a simple long sword on his left hip and a plain short black bullwhip on his right hip.

"Who are you, young man? I saw the boys slapping the asses of your slaves and for some strange reason you interest me." Dravic heard the strange man say to him, and he saw the stranger smile a friendly and amused smile as he spoke to him.

"I'm Dravic Tolom of the House Renlo, and I am getting some supplies for my lord Gammanal Renlo. Who are you, Sir?" Grayson heard the young man say to him in a friendly tone of voice, as the slaves on his chain struggled to keep upright under the heavy loads that they were carrying.

"I'm Grayson Bloodstone, a hunter by trade, and I came to the city to do some shopping. Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of the House Renlo, would you mind telling me about it? " Dravic heard the stranger say to him in a friendly tone of voice that put him a little more at ease.

"Well, if you don't mind walking with me and my slaves I don't see why I should not tell you about the Lord I serve." he said to Grayson, and he gave a sharp tug on the chain in his right hand to let his lowly slaves know it was time to get a move on.

"So, Grayson, what did you want to know about House

Renlo?" Grayson heard Dravic say to him as they continued to walk westward through the busy market district of the city.

"What I would like to know is if Lord Gammanal related to the ruler of this city?" Grayson said as they continued to walk, when the two of them heard on of the slaves cry out in pain.

Both he and Dravic turned and saw that the tenth slave on Dravic's chain had collapsed to the cobble stone road. Grayson watched as Dravic clipped the length of chain he was holding to his belt and unclip the bullwhip from his belt as he walked towards the downed slave.

"Get up." Dravic snarled as he slashed the whip across the naked slave's left nipple, which made her cry out in pain as she was struggling to get to her feet despite the pain of her sprained ankle.

Grayson watched with a calm detachment as Dravic continued to whip the slave while admonishing her for being weak, when he noticed that the slave's sprained ankle was bruising rather badly, which told him that the slave might have more of a health problem then just a mere sprained ankle.

"Dravic, hold on a moment, I think your slave might be badly injured." Dravic heard Grayson say to him, as the slave collapsed to the cobble stone street once more while giving him a look of fearful pain that aroused him slightly.

"Oh, why do you say that for, most likely this slave is just being lazy." he said to Grayson, who walked over to the slave, crouched down and reached out with his hands to check the slave over.

"I'm not so sure, look at how swollen and bruised her left ankle is." Grayson said, as he took a strong hold of the slave's injured ankle which made her cry out in pain and a slight amount of fear, as she realized that if she could not walk that she might be killed or worse, since she could not longer serve her master.

Grayson gave the squirming slave a sharp back hand as he was trying to feal her ankle for any signs of broken bones, "Hold still, slave." he said to the slave in a strong and commanding tone of voice, and Dravic and his other slaves watched as he went about checking the slave.

As he felt along the slave's injured ankle, Grayson could feel some of the smaller bones in her injured ankle moving in ways that they should not be moving, which told him that the slave's ankle was broken or badly fractured at the very least.

"Well, Dravic, it would seem that this useless female's ankle is broken or badly fractured, if you like I could heal her." Dravic heard Grayson say to him as he finished inspecting his injured slave, and he could not help but to wonder why he would take an interest in the slave's health, for since she was just a two legged animal to him.

"Why would you do that for?" he asked Grayson, who got to his feet as the injured slave was watching the two of them with a fearful heart.

"Simple, really, I'm sure your Lord paid a small sum of money for his beast of burden, and I'd hate to see him loose out on the years of work that he can get out of this slave if she is not healed." Grayson said to Dravic, who had a thoughtful look on his youthful face as the other slaves on his chain watched with fear as to what the fate of their chain sister would be, because they knew deep down that her fate could just as easily be theirs if their master had a mind to do such a thing.

"Well, that's good of you, but why would you waste your time and money on a lowly slave when she could easily be

replaced?" Dravic asked as he was considering what he knew about the stranger that had taken an interest in him and his lord.

Grayson gave Dravic a friendly and knowing smile, as he did not blame Dravic for questioning his motives.

"That's simple, really, a healthy slave does much work, a sick or injured slave does little work, and a dead slave does no work at all." Dravic heard Grayson say to him in a knowing tone of voice that made him seem older and wiser than he appeared to be, and Grayson finished smoking what ever it was that he had been smoking.

"This is true, Grayson, Lord Gammanal does not like to be inconvenienced, and having to replace this useless thrall would be a slight inconvenience to him." Grayson heard Dravic say to him, which gave him some insight to the lord that Dravic served.

"Besides, this will re-enforce this slave's enslavement by making it clear that her well being and her very life is subject to the whims of men, which will hopefully make them not only more obedient but dutiful in their enslavement to men." he added with a knowing smile that got a hearty chuckle from Dravic.

"That is a good point, very well, heal the slave and I'm sure my Lord will recompensate you for your time and trouble." Dravic said, as he found himself taking a stronger liking to Grayson.

"Oh, don't worry about compensation, even though I'm not as rich as the lords of this city, I do well enough with my business that I can afford to be generous, and there is also the fact that I'm in a very good mood as well. " Grayson said as he unslung his Backpack Of The Green Dragon from his shoulders.