Tal 39-dorei Campaign Setting Reborn -

The collar shattered.

"Focus," Vex said, not unkindly. "You want to save them? Do the job. The Guild pays. You buy freedom-slips. That's the system." tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn

He unspooled it.

Below, a child stumbled. A Dorei girl, no more than seven. Her ears were nubbed, barely pierced by the initial pain-stud of ownership. The slaver—a fat Orm with a shock-whip—didn't slow. He dragged her through the mud until her face disappeared under the sludge. The chain jerked. Others fell. The Orm laughed. The collar shattered

He reached the inner yard. The slave pens. Forty-seven Dorei looked up, chains clinking. The child—the girl—was sitting apart, her face a mask of caked mud and silent tears. She didn't beg. She just watched him with eyes that had already learned not to hope. Do the job