He wasn't here to free them. Not today.
He reached the inner yard. The slave pens. Forty-seven Dorei looked up, chains clinking. The child—the girl—was sitting apart, her face a mask of caked mud and silent tears. She didn't beg. She just watched him with eyes that had already learned not to hope. tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn
Lirien smiled. It was not a nice smile. "I'm not taking it off. I'm giving it back." He wasn't here to free them
"Follow me," he said to the freed slaves. "Or don't. But I'm going to walk out the front gate. And I'm going to keep walking until I find the next mine. And the next. And the next. Because the system doesn't end when you break one chain. It ends when every chain is broken." The slave pens
For one breath, there was silence.
Below, a child stumbled. A Dorei girl, no more than seven. Her ears were nubbed, barely pierced by the initial pain-stud of ownership. The slaver—a fat Orm with a shock-whip—didn't slow. He dragged her through the mud until her face disappeared under the sludge. The chain jerked. Others fell. The Orm laughed.