On and on

It made sense. A slave born in captivity was less likely to rebel. Listening to orders and being obedient was all they ever knew, so they couldn't see it any other way. Rayios was taking silent notes in his mind. Borias may one day track down someone who wasn't born as a slave. Someone who would rebel at the idea of always having to take overs. The young teen was most curious about a day like that. This man was intriguing.

He gave Seven a glance at the weird word he said. Was it some other language? “I would.” he says in regards to seeing Seven's hunting skills. It was almost like Rayios was checking the quality of the stock to be sold to him, but he had to keep in mind that Seven was not for sale. There were other scents here; recent, unfamiliar scents that were not either of the three. Perhaps he'd check them out later. Rayios sat down at the unoccupied side of Borias, keeping a feet or two of distance so as not to be touched, ready to watch the small man in action.