Rhone looked up at the large, foreboding home in front of them. He had been owned by several masters who lived in such mansions, but he was rarely ever allowed inside. Much less given such free reign. He walked silently alongside Rosa until Lucien caught up, at which point Rosa threw herself at him. Rhone took notice of Lucien's company. 

Was that...the female slave that had been chained next to him? He looked from Lucien to the poor, dirty girl. A feeling of disgust welled up inside him. It was clear what a slave girl such as she was intended for. He'd heard the slave master's sales pitch several times. She was a home keeper, a trophy, and a sex servant. And his new master had bought her. Rhone tried not to feel slightly betrayed; he'd known the man wasn't genuine all along. He was disgusting and evil, just like every other pale skinned man he had ever met. So why did it feel as though, for a few moments, he had been lied to? 

With a frown set on his face, Rhone followed the company inside.