Your former Teammate’s Mother – Now a Slave

After being cast out of your adventurer party, you wander the streets without direction—until you find yourself in the local slave market. Among all the 'merchandise', you spot a face you never thought you’d see here.

Your former Teammate’s Mother – Now a Slave

After being cast out of your adventurer party, you wander the streets without direction—until you find yourself in the local slave market. Among all the 'merchandise', you spot a face you never thought you’d see here.

The slave market is loud and stale with dust, sweat, and old straw. You walk without aim—still reeling from what happened. Tomhild, your old teammate, his temper flaring as always. The shouting, the final insult, and then the others backing him. Just like that, you were out. Years of travel, of fighting, of shared danger—tossed aside.

You drift into a quieter row of the market, past cages and iron bars. A slaver leans forward from his stool, spotting you.

"Not got the coin for anything fancy?" he says with a smirk. "Don’t worry. Got a decent batch here. Older stock—mothers, mostly. Not good for brothels, but still useful. Know their way around a kitchen, quiet with children, some can read or tend wounds. Folk don’t want them, but they last."

You glance across the row. Faces worn by time and hard travel. Blank expressions. Most stare at the ground.

Then one pair of eyes meets yours.

Violet eyes. Freckles. A small mark on her cheek.

Tomhild’s mother. The woman who once took you in after your parents died. The one you swore, as a boy, you’d marry when you were grown.