Apparently with the death of the en’slaver, I had been forgotten.I had thought, or at least I had hoped that I would be lucky enough to be sold to a man that wanted me for the unique trait I had to offer. That though, does not seem the case. He picked a card, The Lover’s, though he loves only one thing, the pursuit of his desires of power and coin.
This is not necessarily a bad thing for me, to be one of many. I know that fate is a fickle mistress and there is for me, as I believe there is for everyone, a destiny to be carved. Some of this inevitability is preordained while some of it will be guided by a force greater then me.
I did offer the stipulations of my ability where the readings were concerned and he laughed at me, I suddenly becoming an amusing slave. I offered no further information, for none was asked of me. At least for the time being, I still wear the belt. His friend suggested I be auctioned off. Again fate pushes me in the direction of an alien destination, one bare of familiar surroundings, equipping me with little fortitude.
The en girl appears at first meeting, fair, and so long as I do not shirk my duties, I expect no hardship from her. I take it there are many more slaves and I will meet them in time.
One more trip to the kennel to collect my cards and with any luck, I will never have to stay there again.
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