The slavers were quite cheerful, despite losing seven men of their group. Sitting by the fire, laughing and drinking.
After a short while, one stood up and stretched his back. "I think I'm going to appreciate this blonde bitch we caught this morning," he stated.
"You know that'll lower her worth?" Another inquired.
The first one shrugged. "She took out six of us. She got it coming to her," he answered. But soon, another stood up, giving him a lecherous grin. "I'll accompany you. See how this bitch can handle two of us!" He called out, met with laughter.
The pair turned around and walked towards Shria, who was stirring to concioussness with a disgusting headache.