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He had to say he was exhausted... He had been walking the last days, only stopping for moments to be able to nap and then moving on. Once the gates of the city did come into view he sighed. Relieved would be an understatement. In the past five years he had learned the true meaning of the words: Gor isn't kind, Gor isn't nice. Gor is Gor.

Stopping by the large gate he looked around and moved to ring the bell, one hand resting against the side of the gate. He drew in another breath and then slowly looked up as someone actually came up to it. He pushed to stand on his own two feet. "Tal." He spoke. His hand moving up. The male on the other side looked him up and down, debating. "Tal, state your business." He spoke up. Dante sighed and looked at him. "Passing through. I just need to see a physician..." He remarked. His hand moving to his eye. Three claw marks over his eye, the eye itself red and burning up. The male looked him up and down for a moment. "Very well." He opened the gate.

Dante nodded. He walked in through the gate and looked around before his eyes went back to the male. "Come." He was told. Dante pushed off and walked after him. He was being led by the city walls to a large building. The inn of the city. He was thankful when he was motioned to sit down. "You girl!" The male barked at one of the girls. Dante now looked up spotting her. "Go find the physician." The girl quickly rose to her feet and moved her head a bit. "Yes Master, right away." She turned and ran out of the inn in her search. Dante looked back at the male.

"Maybe now is the time to tell who you are." The male spoke up. Dante nodded. "I am Dante from Laura..." He spoke up. "I was on my way to Venna, when I got attacked." The male looked him up and down and then nodded. "Pests..." He remarked. "I am Lothar, Master Slaver." He looked to one of the girls. He motioned with his head, making the girl dash over to Dante. "May this girl serve you Master?" She asked quietly and knelt beside him. Dante looked at her and then gave a nod. "Granted... some black wine girl... strong." He looked back at the slaver Lothar.

For a moment nothing was said then the slaver sighed and moved to get up. "If you excuse me a moment..." He remarked and walked out to the streets. Dante looked up a bit and then down, he didn't mind, for a moment he looked around his eyes then went for the girl. "Which city is this?" He asked and looked back at the table. The girl looked over her shoulder. "Why Olni of course Master." She spoke up. Dante tensed up for a moment and then stared ahead. He drew in a breath and then looked down. "Who... who is the... administrator?" He asked carefully now. The girl giggled. "Ubar Master." She replied and came back with a tray. "Master Otar." She replied and moved on her knees beside him. Dante now moved his hand a bit down. He felt a small tremor in his hands. The girl looked at him and then down as she brought the cup up with her hands her head bowed. "Your black wine Master." She spoke.

Dante looked at her a bit absent now. "Yeah... thanks..." He moved his hand out to take the cup and shifted his shirt a bit. He then looked down at the black liquid. "Are you well Master?" The girl asked him now with some worry. "I am fine girl... "Dante spoke up and took a sip of the black wine. He would be in big trouble if he stuck here longer... but if he bolted it would be even worse. He looked ahead pondering his next move. He had to have someone see to his eye... that was his most important task right now, he didn't fancy losing it.

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He had to say he was exhausted... He had been walking the last days, only stopping for moments to be able to nap and then moving on. Once the gates of the city did come into view he sighed. Relieved would be an understatement. In the past five years he had learned the true meaning of the words: Gor isn't kind, Gor isn't nice. Gor is Gor.

Stopping by the large gate he looked around and moved to ring the bell, one hand resting against the side of the gate. He drew in another breath and then slowly looked up as someone actually came up to it. He pushed to stand on his own two feet. "Tal." He spoke. His hand moving up. The male on the other side looked him up and down, debating. "Tal, state your business." He spoke up. Dante sighed and looked at him. "Passing through. I just need to see a physician..." He remarked. His hand moving to his eye. Three claw marks over his eye, the eye itself red and burning up. The male looked him up and down for a moment. "Very well." He opened the gate.

Dante nodded. He walked in through the gate and looked around before his eyes went back to the male. "Come." He was told. Dante pushed off and walked after him. He was being led by the city walls to a large building. The inn of the city. He was thankful when he was motioned to sit down. "You girl!" The male barked at one of the girls. Dante now looked up spotting her. "Go find the physician." The girl quickly rose to her feet and moved her head a bit. "Yes Master, right away." She turned and ran out of the inn in her search. Dante looked back at the male.

"Maybe now is the time to tell who you are." The male spoke up. Dante nodded. "I am Dante from Laura..." He spoke up. "I was on my way to Venna, when I got attacked." The male looked him up and down and then nodded. "Pests..." He remarked. "I am Lothar, Master Slaver." He looked to one of the girls. He motioned with his head, making the girl dash over to Dante. "May this girl serve you Master?" She asked quietly and knelt beside him. Dante looked at her and then gave a nod. "Granted... some black wine girl... strong." He looked back at the slaver Lothar.

For a moment nothing was said then the slaver sighed and moved to get up. "If you excuse me a moment..." He remarked and walked out to the streets. Dante looked up a bit and then down, he didn't mind, for a moment he looked around his eyes then went for the girl. "Which city is this?" He asked and looked back at the table. The girl looked over her shoulder. "Why Olni of course Master." She spoke up. Dante tensed up for a moment and then stared ahead. He drew in a breath and then looked down. "Who... who is the... administrator?" He asked carefully now. The girl giggled. "Ubar Master." She replied and came back with a tray. "Master Otar." She replied and moved on her knees beside him. Dante now moved his hand a bit down. He felt a small tremor in his hands. The girl looked at him and then down as she brought the cup up with her hands her head bowed. "Your black wine Master." She spoke.

Dante looked at her a bit absent now. "Yeah... thanks..." He moved his hand out to take the cup and shifted his shirt a bit. He then looked down at the black liquid. "Are you well Master?" The girl asked him now with some worry. "I am fine girl... "Dante spoke up and took a sip of the black wine. He would be in big trouble if he stuck here longer... but if he bolted it would be even worse. He looked ahead pondering his next move. He had to have someone see to his eye... that was his most important task right now, he didn't fancy losing it.