She slowly nods her head at her fathers words "Yes... that makes sense. Earn your life through service. I can accept that" The two of them make their way to the front of the tent and the guards just step to the side, likely knowing what is going on already. Inside is... rather distasteful as the slaves are kept in tall steel cages with hay thrown over the bottom as their only source of comfort. Humans and kinfolk alike are sitting forlornly in the cages, hardly giving them a glance.
Zephyr cringes and looks away "Good gods... is this what he thinks is decent?!"
Zephyr cringes and looks away "Good gods... is this what he thinks is decent?!"