Rhone followed behind his new master obediently. As expected, he showed no signs of trying to escape. After all, where would he go? He had been a slave all his life; living on his own wasn't an option anymore. 

He glanced up to see two women approaching them. The tall one that resembled his master must have been Rosa. His daughter, maybe. She was a fair in appearance, he couldn't help but notice, but Rhone hadn't forgotten why he was here in the first place. Speaking with his master's daughter outside of what was strictly allowed was bound to get him punished. 

The small woman, he thought she was a dwarf or a gnome (honestly, he couldn't tell the difference), was a strange sight. She barely came up to his hips. And yet still, she spoke of him as if he were an object, showing that, despite her size, she was still over him on the social ladder.