It hadn’t taken Rhoan long to notice that he might stick out a bit in the Undercroft. Not so much in looks, but in attitude. Where plenty of the newcomers were noticeably upset, yelling or crying at the guards, the barghest was just straight faced. There was obvious anger written all over his frame, from the set of his jaw to the clear tension in his shoulders, but he wasn’t giving any outward signs of anger. There was no point in it, really, for him. After all, Rhoan had volunteered to become a slave within Krovs. The barghest had taken the past hour or so to pace around by his cot, not at all sure what to do with himself when he froze, gaze darting toward the person who had been standing there for a bit now. “Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”
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The new slaves always drove him the most up the wall. They were either so terrified that they couldn’t get a word out or would snap at their own shadow should they be given a reason. He narrowed his eyes at the slave he had been assessing, a soft growl rumbling in his chest, “It’s my job to stare. Get used to it.”


















