"She is well trained in all categories. Hunting. Healing. Fighting. We do not like our slaves weak and fragile." Karil dismissed the manner that this woman hadn't spoken her name as he did his. There was no reason for pleasantries. Just business. His brow rising once the other took in the Slave. Noting the smallness of her frame. As well as other things that he, himself, could care little about. Jaromil entrusted him with this task. Vowing to not return home empty handed. "This one can be trained. She has knowledge. Does not speak English, however. But she knows the basics that a slave should. That is up for the new owner to choose to change."
Chesna remained silent in her position. Returning to counting the grass as the two spoke a language she knew little of. One major factor they made sure she did not ever learn. After turning one, the only words permitted to being drilled in her mind were simple commands. Come. Stay. Lay. Bend. Fetch. As if she were nothing but a simple dog she heard so many stories about from her mother. Of course, they added the slave academics as well. Silence. Crawl. Down. Eat. Go. Position. If not those words, Chesna was clueless in what anything being spoken meant.
