Bufu only stared around the plaza as the people spoke in languages he didn't understand, the man at his side yelling to the crowd. He didn't understand what was happening, he had no idea what was going on. The chains that wrapped around his ankles and wrists were heavy, but they werne't the main reason he seemed to be glued to the ground- the air itself seemed heavy. The gravity of... wherever he was. It was extremely high, much higher then he was used to. He could barely stand. So he practically laid on the stage, watching the group yelling to the man next to him. A group of... He didn't know. Some of them looked Binadaman. Others... didn't. He didn't know how to describe them. They were like the myths of Mnyamas that were so popular on Mwezi. Living creatures that werne't Binadamans, somehow. Something that lived, and breathed, and walked, but wasn't Binadaman. That lived beyond Mwezi. He, like most of his race, thought them to be myths. But there they were. Yelling at the man, a slaver he thought, and him yelling back.
After several more minutes of back and forth yelling, he saw a lady, she looked Binadaman, yell something in the strange language that they were all speaking. Everyone went quiet. Then, a few seconds later, the lady walked up to him... and he coudln't explain it. His chains. His chains just were ripped apart. Like someone incredibly strong, but invisible, just ripped them apart. And they lay in pieces around him. He stares at the bits of metal that lay around him, and then slowly glanced up to the lady, his mouth agape. She said something in that foreign language, but he couldn't understand it. So he just stared... He had no idea who this lady was, or how she could do what she just did, but she freed him.... Now what?
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