Change Takes Time

He'd gotten himself into this mess, he knew that, it didn't make it any less miserable. Several monthss ago the young Faeyrathi had finally found himself on the shores of the continent of Avarosia, which was one of the two main continents upon the world which was fondly called Midling. Originally he'd been greeted kindly by some Alathari people who called themselves Eridanian. The Eridanians were a peaceful folk, who strove to live in harmony with the land. They were good people, hard working and just the kind of folk that Wynandio got along the best with. Weeks into traveling with a band of them, though, they came across a rival group of Alathari people who dubbed themselves the Theophoran people. These folk were warlike, with a thirst for conquest and their party devasted the group that Wynandio had been traveling with in both numbers and fire power. There had been a moment in the beginning of the raid where Wynandio thought to reveal himself for what he was. However, upon quick thinking, he realized that such a thing wouldn't actually cause any kind of change for the land. So instead, Wynandio kept his cover as an Alathari man, fought like of them, and was ultimately captured by the slaver of the Theophorans. 

This was how, after weeks of travel in small cages, he'd come to be in the market at the heart of Avarosia in one of the ever shifting capitol sites of one of the Theophorans cities. The site was both very old and brand new at the same time. Countless people had conquered, destroyed and rebuilt the city in their glory upon the rubble of what once had been. There was barely even a guarantee that the city would last another couple months. The warlike Theophorans were divided into many a faction and the only thing they liked more than bullying the Eridanians was fighting amongst each other. Each one vying for the ultimate power over the area and to have their flag be the one that flew over all conquered territories. On the far west side of the city, even, already smoke and fire from some other attacking faction could be seen from the east side of the city where the market was that Wynandio was currently caged in. 

Wynandio could over look plenty of things. He could see past the raiding, he could see past the conquering, he could wave off the wars. Even the Faeyrathi weren't above any of that. They had plenty of bloody encounters in their history. However Wynandio did not sit well with slavery. The entire idea of it rubbed him the wrong way and he wanted to make real change within the Alathari people. Specifically the Theophoran people at the moment. He had a goal, a wild, crazy goal. And that was to end the slave trade within the people for good and to set free every slave that was currently in bondage. That, he knew, was going to take time. Time, scheming and perhaps a lot of luck. 

A baton slammed into the bars of his cage. The slaver weilding it not amused when it didn't make Wynandio jump the way he wanted so he rattled it annoyingly between the bars for extra measure.

"Finally going to offload you lot," the slaver spat to Wynandio and all the others in cages and chains all over the place.

"And get a fine coin or two for ya too," another rattle before he whistled for his personal slaves to go about their tasks of 'rinsing' off the slaves to be sold. This process involved buckets of frigid water being tossed at the fresh intake to soak them through before rags were used to scrub off what dirt was possible to be scrubbed off. The slaver continued past Wynandio's cage, banging on the bars of slaves that gave him more satisfying reactions. Wynandio's narrow eyes glared into his back. Shivering only slightly from the cold water on his skin and huffing lightly as he was scrubbed with the rags from a woman who looked broken and apologetic. 

"It will be okay," Wynandio said to her.

"When is it ever okay anymore?" the woman replied back hopelessly. Finishing her job and moving onto the next. Hours later, it was finally time for the sale. Wynandio being one of the middle of the bunch to be carted out onto the flimsy wooden stage for the potential buyers in the crowd to start their bidding on.