It was a typical day for the small town, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and there were the usual merchants that had stopped to set up their tents along the market road.
Today there was a tent that belonged to a slave trader. All of the living merchandise were nicely groomed and well dressed, meant to entice potential customers. However the personal slave of the trader wasn't nearly as lucky as those who were for sale. He was dressed in rags, and looked rather filthy. For the most part he stayed behind the scenes, but today was different.
Since it was warm out, the little elven slave was tasked at bringing water to the other slaves throughout the day. He was currently on his way back from the well with a bucket of water, nearly back to the tent he was bumped into by a passerby, causing him to fall over and spill the contents everywhere. Which happened to include his master's feet, sloshing up some mud on him.
The slave trader glared at the little slave, and grabbed him by the hair in order to drag him to his feet. "You idiot! I give you one simple job, and you even screw that up!"
The petite slave winced in fear, and whimpered, knowing what was coming next. He was dragged back to the tent then thrown to the ground. The trader grabbed his flogger from the post, and turned back to the little slave to start hitting him across the back with it.