Ah, slaves, something that had grown more abundant over the years since the calamity. For almost a hundred years the business of slavery had been something that had almost boomed, since there were no real laws or regulations anymore to combat this. Of course, guilds sometimes got some requests to solve this, but tackling one portion of this huge industry would never solve it. Slavery was something that has always existed, and probably will continue to do so for many years to come.
"How sad." Sovereign said drily, though it was unclear whether he was being genuine or not.
In a way, he knew it was terrible, but most people under his protection were also terrible people. He had worked for the business himself almost a year ago, solely for money and his own gain. And now, here he was fighting against it. There really was no commitment with Master Pale, no sense of trust between him and his clients.
So why the sudden change of heart? There were rumours that a certain 'shipment' contained some special goods. A special egg in the basket of rotten ones. His goal was to seek out this certain someone with a certain magical talent, assess the threat of it and deal with it accordingly. But he knew he wouldn't be able to bust this operation alone, so he needed to team up with someone, and pretend that of course, he was doing this for the good of the people... And not to potentially murder a slave after instantly freeing them.
It was cold. His bones ached from the deep chill. It was also wet. His clothes clung to him as the rain pelted down. And it was windy, lashing at the exposed parts of his face, making his lips cracked and dry. A storm was brewing, and sooner than later the black clouds above would begin to spark and send down strikes of lightning. It wasn't the most pleasant of weather conditions, but it would make for excellent cover if they chose to be more discreet about this mission.
Looking down at the port from a cliff he was perched on, he'd see the faint lights of lanterns and lacrimas drift about, likely held by guards on patrol. This small docking area was separate to the main docks, making it the perfect place to ship in slaves from islands and other parts of Earthland.
Kin Harle :D