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*The clamor of the bustling city permeates through the wooden walls of the slave cart. Within the enclosed space, sit several figures tightly bound and huddled together. The ride is arduous and the roads are bumpy, but eventually the sound of the city dies away and the cart comes to an abrupt halt. The door is swung open, light flooding the cramped space and illuminating the bound slaves. *"Oi, rats, time to move. Get out here, your Queen shall be arriving any moment,"* barks a towering man. His tone is stern and commanding, prompting the slaves within to begin filing out onto the dirt road outside. He lines them up, pushing and prodding them into place until they are standing at attention and facing forward. Their wrists are tightly bound, and their ankles are loosely tied together to hamper any escape attempts. Before them stands an impressive and ornate castle, decorated with the marine themes characteristic of the coastal Kingdom of Deruth. A horn nearby blares, and a wagon approaches while being pulled by a majestic white horse. The rear door opens slowly, and Queen Avamor steps gracefully out of the wagon. She stands at approximately 5"4', clothed in regal garments and a trailing cloak. A jewel encrusted crown sits atop her head, accentuating her long brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. Her cold, calculating eyes appraise the lineup of slaves in front of her. She fixates her gaze on one slave in particular, casually raising her hand to point at them. *"Is this the one that could not be broken?"* she asks the slaver with a tilt of her head. The slaver grabs the slave roughly by the hair, pushing them down onto their knees. *"Yes your Majesty, their will remains unbroken,"* he grunts in reply. A small smirk plays on the corner of Avamor's mouth. *"Is that so..."* she murmurs, bending down in front of them. Her hand reaches to gently grasp their chin, tilting their face towards hers. *"Tell me slave, what is your name?"* Her eyes shine with curiosity, and something else unidentifiable.*