The man
that came through the door with Omeloren had darkened skin, even darker than
that of the Dunmer. Do’amha had heard a
few of the guards call them Redguards, though that meant little to him. He was dressed in elegant clothes, similar to
those worn by Omeloren, and walked with his hands clasped behind his back.Omeloren would babble on about his training
methods and the use of punishment and reward to keep the slaves in line.
The
Redguard paused outside of Do’amha’s cage with an intrigued expression.
“Ah yes,”
Omeloren smiled. “My best slave of them
all. He is truly one of a kind, even for
a Khajiit.”
“This is
the one that I saw fight the troll a week ago isn’t it?” the Redguard asked.
“Yes it is. He is a proverbial golden goose as it were.”
“What’s his
name?”
“I believe
the slaves call him Do’amha. A rather
brutish name if I ever heard one.”
“You there,
slave,” the Redguard called to Do’amha. Turning to the Redguard, he was motioned closer. “Let me get a look at you.”
“I don’t
think that is wise, Limion,” Omeloren said as Do’amha began to stalk closer to
the Redguard. Maybe he could use him as
leverage to get out of this cage. Just a
few more steps and he would have the dark skinned man in his claws.
“Even after
seeing what happened in the arena, I doubt that he is as much of a hell cat in
here.” Do’amha nearly froze in
place. When he was called a ‘hell cat’
the Redguard turned to him with a knowing gaze. Do’amha’s head tilted, ever so slightly, in confusion as he slowly
understood what it meant.
When he
reached the bars of the cage, he gently set his clawed hands on the bars,
making no move to harm the Redguard.
“Show me
your teeth, slave.” Do’amha slowly
opened his maw, revealing the yellowed row of fangs within. “I can see how he ripped the throat of that
guard. Very dangerous. You blunt their claws, why not their teeth?”
“Do you
want to stick your fingers in there to dull them? With these animals, you are likely to come up
one short.”
Do’amha closed
his mouth as the Redguard began turning his head this way and that to look at
his jawline and fur pattern. “He has a
good coat,” Limion mentioned. “Put your
hands out of the cage.”
Do’amha
complied without complaint, pressing his shoulders against the bars as his arms
were inspected. Limion began to test his
muscle, squeezing them from his shoulder down his arms.
“You feed
him well I see.”
“If you don’t
keep your best in good shape then he won’t stay the best,” Omeloren replied.
“If I had
my pick of the litter,” Limion said as he began looking over Do’amha’s wrapped
hands. “I would choose this one as the
stud for my stock. For the right price
of course.”
Omeloren
was too distracted with the talk of coin, that he didn’t see when Limion slipped
something into Do’amha’s wraps. Do’amha
didn’t even see it, but he felt the object press against his skin beneath the
cloth.
“Well, I'm sure that we can set a time for my men to bring him to your plantation for breeding. I don't like having my merchandise out over night. I'm sure you understand,” Omeloren sneered.
“Would
probably be best to start him off with that black furred one that you sold me
earlier. He seemed to have a certain
liking to that one.” Limion gave him a
quick glance – a subtle signal – to cement the notion in Do’amha’s head. “Or maybe I’ll start her off with one of my
own studs.”
If he really is with Karliah, I have to play
this up, Do’amha
thought. He slammed against the cage
doors with a dangerous growl as he swiped at Limion, who quickly ducked away. His eyes turned to Omeloren as he spat out, “You
said she was mine!”
“I own all
of you, slave!” Omeloren snapped back. “If
I choose to sell your little bed warmer, then that is my decision. Perhaps you need another lesson in The Box?”
Do’amha
flinched with a very real shudder of fear. “No…no Master Omeloren. No lesson
is need.” He quickly retreated into the
cage and sat in the corner, gripping his tail once again and began wringing it.
Limion touched
a small line of blood on his cheek before he began chuckling. “Damn cat scratched me,” he said.
“Well I
would normally have him punished, but I did warn you not to let him get so
close.”
“That you
did. It was my mistake. I forget sometimes how these things are more
animal than person.”
“Would you
like to end the tour?”
“No. No. I’m
quite alright. Let’s continue. I am still in need of a stud for my Scale
Backs.”
“Right this
way,” Omeloren said leading them further into the slave pits.
When he was
sure that they were gone, Do’amha fished out the object that had been slipped
into his wraps. A piece of parchment,
folded a few times, now rested in his paws. He quickly unfolded it and a small silver key fell out onto his
breeches. Picking it up, he stared at it
for a long moment. This is…he thought before looking to the door of his cage. He had seen this key a thousand times to open
that very door.
Looking at
the parchment he could see the rather elegant writing, written by someone that
had spent some time with a tutor to create the fanciful lettering. It told him to wait for nightfall before
heading to the north-most window in the arena.
“Karliah,”
he said barely above a whisper. He jumped
as the sound of Omeloren’s voice was growing closer. He quickly stuffed the small parchment into
his mouth and started chewing.The ink
tasted like dirt and the parchment was sticking to the roof of his mouth before
he managed to swallow it. He slipped the
key back into his wraps as Omeloren came into view with Limion right behind
him.
The
Redguard turned and looked directly at him before giving a very small nod and
answering Omeloren’s question about his stock of slaves.
Looks like things are underway, Do’amha thought with a grin.
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