Chapter Seven
"So it's okay?" Alexa asked. She was talking to the proctor's back as the woman began quickly walking away from her.
"Yes, it is," the proctor called back over her shoulder. "But I'll have to supervise, and I'm afraid I have a rather pressing matter to attend to first." She kept walking quickly, heading towards the slave barn. Alexa slung her new backpack, filled with her recent purchases, over her shoulder and hustled to catch up. She meant to go to the slave barn anyway.
"What's this pressing matter?" she asked as she caught up with the proctor.
"You're welcome to come along and find out," the woman answered. "It seems that there's a bit of a crowd there already."
Indeed there was. Alexa could see over a dozen men and a couple of women gathered around the entrance to t
