Several slaves stood next to Steel. All glanced down at the floor. But not him, no, Steel stood, head held high, defiant amongst the others. And the slavers knew the cracking of a whip had no effect to make him look respectful and humble.
A soft snort resounded as he heard his name. Various costumers had their attention captivated by him. And so started his slaver with his sales pitch. Among the lines of boasting his prestige in the arena, his physical strength, the fact he was half dragon. And his handsooe, rugged looks. Some of the wopen present took exception to that, giggling as they exhanged looks.
The slaver gave a toothy grin and stepped forward to said ladies. "Yes, ladies. He is as big as you imagine." Some of them got a thick shade of crimson on their cheeks, others giggled.
And Steel merely rolled his eyes.