Vrak Nashar
Character
The Slave Markets
[member="Melfa Exmoore"]
Vrak slowly wandered through the Slave Markets of Zygerria, his lips thin, his person surrounded by half a dozen Red Cloaks. They hovered around him, pushing peasants and lords alike away from him.
Some attempted to approach him to gain favor, others were ignorant of who he was. It didn't matter really, none of them would get through. The Red Guard had recently taken up a stronger initiative, with rumors of assassination attempts swirling threats against the Council were taken far more seriously. On a world like this? Filled with Slavers, smugglers, killers and all sorts it was difficult not to be out in the open.
Yet Vrak felt more than safe.
These people would not try to kill him, at least not anyone who actually came from Zygerria. There were few government in the galaxy that still tolerated slavery, and Zygerria's entire economy depended upon the trade. Thousands, if not millions of living beings were bought and sold on this planet every year. If one searched hard enough, and long enough, they could find anything. Vrak had even seen a Hutt here once.
Of course there were the more common species, Humans and Twi'leks mostly, but every now and again you found something a little bit more rare.
"There." He pointed the Guards to the right. "The Royal Markets."
It was generally reserved for guests of the Queen of Zygerria, only the best and most unique of races were sold there. Vrak had found half a dozen warriors that now served him withiin the Royal Markets, and although a few had attempted to turn on them, all of them had their uses.
He hoped to find something new there, something more...valuable than the usual fare.
[member="Melfa Exmoore"]
Vrak slowly wandered through the Slave Markets of Zygerria, his lips thin, his person surrounded by half a dozen Red Cloaks. They hovered around him, pushing peasants and lords alike away from him.
Some attempted to approach him to gain favor, others were ignorant of who he was. It didn't matter really, none of them would get through. The Red Guard had recently taken up a stronger initiative, with rumors of assassination attempts swirling threats against the Council were taken far more seriously. On a world like this? Filled with Slavers, smugglers, killers and all sorts it was difficult not to be out in the open.
Yet Vrak felt more than safe.
These people would not try to kill him, at least not anyone who actually came from Zygerria. There were few government in the galaxy that still tolerated slavery, and Zygerria's entire economy depended upon the trade. Thousands, if not millions of living beings were bought and sold on this planet every year. If one searched hard enough, and long enough, they could find anything. Vrak had even seen a Hutt here once.
Of course there were the more common species, Humans and Twi'leks mostly, but every now and again you found something a little bit more rare.
"There." He pointed the Guards to the right. "The Royal Markets."
It was generally reserved for guests of the Queen of Zygerria, only the best and most unique of races were sold there. Vrak had found half a dozen warriors that now served him withiin the Royal Markets, and although a few had attempted to turn on them, all of them had their uses.
He hoped to find something new there, something more...valuable than the usual fare.