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Basilisk barks a soft laugh when Ollie cleared that up. “Ah. How is your little slave doing?” He asked, wondering if she was being a difficult patient. She wasn’t up for slave jobs until she healed, so she was likely costing Ollie time instead of saving it. “I released Iggy.” he said casually, leading the way to grab the cart and hitch it to Orso. They made their way to the storeroom from there, and started to look around before Ollie picked up the conversation again.

Ah. One of those sorts of slaves, he nodded his head, pulling a table out of a corner for Ollie to inspect and considered his words carefully. Remembering how young his knowledgeable Healer was. “Our Grandfather, Sirius, was raised as a slave in an Empire that was built on the backbone of its slaves. There were all sorts of slaves in that Empire. Gladiators, assassins, builders, maids, sex slaves. The idea of winning your freedom was unheard of. But that Empire fell, and the last Princess of that time was saved by our Grandfather and eventually gave him his freedom. That inspired a new way of thinking, which the Armada has continued. That slaves can work for their freedom, and earn it. That eventually the time and effort they put into the Armada is something they can enjoy too. But… that’s not usual.”

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