Slave Traders

"I don't think we have much choice," Astra said to her companions, who agreed, disappointed. She and Fred put down their swords, and Velus also dropped a dagger he had been carrying. Exotica had no weapon, but she did know some basic magic.

"Hmph." Called a large, manly voice. The group finally saw their attackers, walking towards them. They were large, tough men all in clothed in red. The largest one, who Fred and his friends assumed was the leader, pointed at them. "Why are you in these caves?," The large man said gruffly, "If you've come to slay the dragon, then you are too late. He is already dead."

"We know!", Said Astra, "We are not here for the dragon. We are here for his captives."

"Oh?", Said the leader of the men in red, smirking. "Are you sure about that? Because we intend to make them our captives."

"Slave traders...", whispered Velus, "You bastards!" He roared. He could not let his friends that he had lived with in the game for such a long time become enslaved. "No! They have been through enough already!"

"Oh?", Said the lead slave trader again, "Bastard am I?" He extended a massive, tattooed arm, and swiftly swung it at Velus' face, knocking the boy to the ground. "Bastard that, kid."

Exotica stepped forward, and roared, "No! I am your princess, and I order you to stop!"

Fred gasped realizing what a stupid thing Exotica had said.

"You're the princess, eh? We sure could fetch a pretty penny for you!," The lead trader said, and the the group of traders seemed to shake with excitement. "Yeah, you and that other lass," He said, looking at Astra, "Would sell well. You might even get some enjoyment out of the job you're given,"

"No! You are not taking these women as slaves!" Fred finally said.

"Oh, we're taking you fellers too, don't worry about it." The traders had already taken the group's weapons, so it would be pointless to try and use them.

1. But they could still fight the slave traders with their fists, and Exotica could try to use her magic to subdue them!
2. So they surrendered, at least for now. Stories said that being a slave was worse than death.

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