A dumbfounded Trader sat in front of Seya; he wasn't expecting such treatment. Usually, when he traded in the Empire, he was well received by the Nobles because he had a good reputation as someone that sold Slaves of good quality.
But then, he noticed the Crystals on top of the table, and his heart skipped a beat. "Mi...Milord... are these, Magic Crystals?"
"Yes, they are. Just something to prove to you that I wasn't joking when I said I would pay very well for those Slaves. Each of these Crystals has one Attribute. And there are two with Light Magic. I don't have here any with Dark Magic because the rarity of it would be enough to even pay for your life, as long as those Slaves."
"Indeed... but how did Milord get a hold of so many Crystals with different attributes?"
The Slave Trader
