The five-story iron-framed apartment building was packed with people. There must have been at least a thousand of them, and they were all slaves.
Of all the criminals Abel had ever dealt with, the most outrageous one was Skylar Sierre. But even that man was just a drop in the bucket compared to the Billygut Pirates. Moreover, an even more surprising scene unfolded inside.
"Here! How much is this cell? I only want to buy women."
"You can't sell them like that. They're family units."
"No, do you have to sell them all in a bundle?"
"If you want to make someone listen to you, it's easier if you hold onto one side of their lifeline."
"Aha! If that's what you mean, then I can accept it. Since there are ten people, how about 100 Golden?"
"Didn't you choose these because of their beauty? I'll have to give those three 40 gold each."
"Hey! That's expensive."
"Family units are all like that."
Slave trading, in real time.
