Suffering at it's most

Borias figured it was time that he and Seven made their way back home. However the slave seemed to be enjoying his "freedom" of being able to train here. He felt sort of bad, if a slave master ever could for one. These days he kind of felt like his demenor was slipping. He couldn't feel bad for these slaves. Katir maybe had made him a bit soft but he hadn't spoken to her in a few days. He shook his head free. It was about time he tried to sell Seven off and he knew exactly where he was going to. What would he ask for? Support for his new band when the time came. To be able to supply a pack with slaves would be a dream and he could only hope he wasn't forcefully claimed as he was.

The orchard was bare it seemed though, as he walked along the tree's and looked up. Snow scattered the ground but it was less than in the north. The sun shining down as Borias made note of the area. Giving a sniff he could smell scents all around him. Boreas was filled with neat new lands he'd never seen before. Perhaps if he took a moment to see all of them he could choose a proper place for them to live. The castle was so far away and if he wanted to make a name for himself in Boreas he might as well live there.