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Slaves played an important in Roman society and economy. Besides manual labour, they performed many domestic services, and might be employed at highly skilled jobs and professions. Accountants and physicians were often slaves. Slaves of Greek origin in particular might be highly educated. Unskilled slaves, or those sentcned to slavery as punishment, worked on farms, in mines, or at mills. Everyone in the empire knew about the importance of the institution of slavery, even Lucius Furus Pontius Thracius himself, growing up in a noble household where the use of slaves was paramount and even was taught how to handle them. However since his secret conversion to the Christian faith, he became more and more opposed to it over time, detesting said practise and questioned the morality behind it. Of course, it was a topic of heated debate between the factions themselves, referring to biblical scripts here and there about being approved by the allmighty Lord and that. Yet the fact that they were considered to be property under Roman law, with no legalhood whatsoever, being subjected corporal punishment, sexual exploitation, torture and outright summary execution, truly disgusted the young Senator and wished dearly that this would one day end.

However he wasn't naive enough to believe that it would end over a night or two, no he had to contain his feelings and opinions to a minimum and to himself preferably, as pragmatism was the key to live through this misery and accepted it as everyday life, whether or not he approved of it. It's the reason why he dared venture to the slave market at the Emporium Magnum, not to only keep up a facade as a Roman noble filling up a somewhat 'empty' household of different slaves spanning across the entire world, it served as a effective compromise and Christian duty to take upon those who were defenceless and at the mercy of others. Naturally it would've been impossible for Lucius to purchase all and set free all of them. Instead, he had to pick at least one slave he thought to be 'special' in his eyes and according to his gut feeling, a small yet positive deed to perform whenever he returned to said market. 

As always, it happened to be a busy day of business as slaves were being auctioned and transactioned like cattle, their handlers shouting their prize and what they were capable of doing. Among the customers who were gathered that day was Lucius of course, taking a pity on those miserable, poor souls as he could clearly see on their faces how much they 'enjoyed' it, just waiting to end up in a random household and hoping for the best. It was a sickening feeling Lucius received from these sights, though how much could he actually do? He had to make due of the situation to the best of his ability, and try to create a positive change for one of these. He didn't know how long he would remain in the market, but he was sure enough that he would take someone home, sooner or later. 

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Ailbhes life was a confusing mix of wonder and terror. She had never before seen the marble structures of Rome, its glorious purity shining in the Sun, its immense size and the size of its structures almost defying logic. Yet there was also the terror, of not understanding what her captors said or ordered and being beaten for it, eating food of dubious quality and sitting cramped in a locked dark room, forced to waddle through people in similar straits to relieve herself in a small hole apparently for draining water. A rare treat was when they got to go outside, they walked out and were shoved into small groups or cages near and out of sight of the stand, it was a opportunity for fresh air and sun, but waiting outside she soon desired to once more return to the interior. It was too hot here, the sun too bright, and though she noticed it getting cooler it wasn't winter yet and then she knew she would dread being taken outside and forced too wait, and idly wondered if her toes would freeze off, with little protection from the cold from what remains of her clothing and the ragged overworn clothing, of long faded dyes and poor stitching, only worn when she wasn't on sale.


Upon first entering the city, after some weeks she was taken along with others to some sort of exhibition in which she was supposed to demonstrate her skills. Yet, she assumed for being a woman she wasn't allowed over to the metalworking area and couldn't understand anything she was being told, so they gave her a designation. She wasn't sure what, but it was likely someone worthless, she half expected to be shoveling shit off the streets in no time. But it didn't happen, instead she was cycled almost every other day onto the block, where bored looking short people in robes made bids for slaves. She was never bought, sometimes she was presented in a fabulous manner and even allowed some cosmetics - a comb and a wash basin - to prepare. The slave driver tried to make a good show of it, but people ignored him or otherwise approached with idle interest, and she guessed it was because this wasn't an uncommon occurrence and she wasn't a rare commodity. Other times she was grouped together with a whole group, and a sign quickly roped around her neck, this was happening more and more as the slave driver wasn't getting luck in selling her as anything else but a cheap, expendable piece of meat. 

 

A man - A celt or pict she assumed managed to half-mime to her explaining that if she wasn't bought here she'd be sold in bulk with others to a mine. It wasn't exactly what he said, she only gathered a few meanings and words from him but was able to piece it all together and create her own narrative.

The prospect of being sent to a mine frightened her, she knew the Romans went under the ground and deep as well, in small unlit tunnels to gather heavy ore. It would be claustrophobic, back breaking work and she knew she likely wouldn't survive for a year working in those conditions. With this realization she stopped attracting attention with her defiance, she contented herself with scowling under her hair rather than directly in the slave drivers face, but also had a hint of fear that if she remained unnoticed she would still be sent and wondered if she should be more defiant just to stand out as unique from the group. Though it disgusted her, she began combing her hair with her fingers and trying to make herself more presentable for every auction, even trying to appear friendly rather than defeated or angry.

 

But no one bought her, no one cared. Even as she stood now on the block, nude as the day she was born, her face freshly cleaned and her curly red hair combed everyone just milled around like idiots. She felt her choler rising at looking at them and began to get frustrated at herself

Are you really getting mad at not being bought like a mule? She thought, and decided that yes. Yes she was. If it was a better alternative to the mines, or to wherever they sent the slaves who never came back. In addition, they all looked so concerned with themselves and their own superiority.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die because no one cares, they're all more concerned with how they look than me.

She looked over to the slave driver who sighed and she saw it in his eyes; defeat. He spent enough time on her and was getting fed up with feeding her, clothing her and housing her. She knew for a certainty that, that is what she saw in his eyes. Pure, unblemished terror blossomed in her as her heart sank into her stomach and a volcano of frustration bubbled up into her throat, she clenched her fists and looked down on the ground trembling slightly as the slave driver gestured to her to follow. But she wouldn't move, and when he grabbed her she pulled away with fury and a short scream of frustration - and despair.

Apparently startled at her reaction he hesitated, glanced at the crowd of eyes now on them and grew angry himself, likely from embarrassment as he grabbed her by the back of the neck; she flailed at him but he was too burly and strong for her to fight back against and pulled her down and back to the corral where they rest were kept. He threw her down in it and grumbled moving away. She wasn't alone, but it was close enough as she scrunched into a corner and held herself, the rage was still there, she needed to hit something, wanted to destroy something. But she couldn't, she felt helpless, was hopeless.
I'm going to the mines. Or the arena.

I'm going to die.

She tried to appear tough, even making herself act angry, but as she hid her face under her hair she let her tears fall and sob escape, even as she beat her fist on the ground in frustration.

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As Lucius visited the next corral where each slave of a 'herd' waited for their eventual fate, he couldn't at first notice anyone he deemed to be 'special' enough for him to consider taking back home. Eventually he spotted a female 'Barbarian' who looked pretty angry and sad, giving the ground a good amount of fisting alright. However, it wasn't her understandable lack of patience and sad fate which attracted the young senator's senses, instead it was her fiery hair of reddish color which captivated the attention of his: Lucius' branch of the family were known for their red hair, which perfectly paired quite well with their infamous temperament which was quite hard to refrain from showing itself visible by provocation. The fact that this slave girl presented herself in this matter only reinforced the notion of her being the one to bring home from the market on this very day.

"Is the responsible handler for these slaves here? I would like to speak to him regarding a pruchasement I wish to proceed forth with!" Lucius exclaimed, feeling confident about that she would be a fine addition to the household and a person to save from certain death. 

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