Ayron woke up from his dark, twisting dream with shallow; he knew not that the dream was a shared vision among some of stronger slaves in the hellish Telvanni slave encampment. [i] The dream seems so real, the voices were crisp and clear like I was in the room. Am I going crazy? Do I reside on some twisted plane of Oblivion as kind of Daedric play toy?[/i] Shaking off the thoughts of insanity, Ayron looked around only seeing the Redguard examining her injuries. He knelt beside his cot and in a hollowed root lay his stash. It was full of a myriad of things that could be useful. One of his most precious possessions was an old dwemer coin he keeps hidden for a rainy day, also hidden was a stout bottle of sujamma. 

The bottle of sujamma Ayron had bartered for with a mix of a small amount of gold and particularly perfect pearl that Ayron received from the hidey hole of a diver, a slave who dives for pearls and types of sea weed in the Inner Sea. Ayron is the Imperial to know if you want certain things from the surrounding Telavanni Tower. Ayron has one motto that has stayed with him through out his "stint" of slavery and it's, 

"Anything can be bought." That applies not just to material goods, but to loyalties as well. "If you keep feeding a cat a bowl of milk, soon enough it will follow you around." These campy and rather rural saying are to quite out of the ordinary for somebody from the great Imperial capital, but quirks must come with treasure hunting.

Out of nowhere came a voice resonating from the Redguard, 

[color=f7941d]Anyone else awake?[/color]

Ayron whispered, "Yes." And made his way over.