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"Pardon my question Master, but some of the others are asking what you want to do with us?"
He then leans in close to whisper to Jet.
"And I think a few are plotting to run away."
Jet gave him a knowing nod.
"Then please translate what I'm about to say. Ahem. Greetings to you. I am Master Saffron. I've bought you from that man, but you are not my slaves, as you can see. You have no chains. I'm not going to keep you here. You're free to go wherever and do whatever you please. You're free."
"What? I-Is this true?"
"Translate."
Rock speaks but it's evident even to one who does not speak the language that he stumbles an awful lot while trying to deliver the message. But as he goes on the crowd starts to get louder by the moment. Hushed whispers turn into rowdy discourse, which turns into open outrage. Some of the more able bodied slaves turn towards the merchant, their intent obvious for all to see. Jet snapped his fingers and Gagarel smashed down in front of them before they could get going.
"Sit down mortals! The boss is talking!"
"Thank you."
He turned to the now former slaves.
"I must ask you to refrain from that. You are free, of course, but while you're in my land you'll do as I say. And I don't want your bloodshed to attract more attention from the Guild. Now, if you've calmed down, here's what you can do. If you wish, you may leave right now and head right back home, on your own, with no money, and no clue which way to go. Or if you're smart, you can stay here and work for me. I'm a bit short on money at the moment, since I just bought you. But you will be given free homes and food for your work. And eventually, when we start turning a profit, you may earn a wage that will help you get back home. So what do you say?"
The translation must’ve been a bit rough, as several people did not get it at first. But after a few clarifications and much deliberation a rough consensus has been reached. A little over half of the now former slaves went to one side and looked at the others expectantly, all of whom simply turned around and started walking away from the town, arguing with each other all the while, no doubt about who should be leading whom. This was for the best and Jet was pleased. With this the sorting process is finished, the wheat has been separated from the chaff. Those disruptive elements who would’ve caused problems down the line, while those that remained now do so under the illusion that they did it of their own free will. In truth they are simply the ones who have not failed the test. They will live here, thankful of the kind and generous lord that freed them. They will make their daily bread, build their homes, and eventually all the money they earn will simply circulate right back to Jet. And they’ll love every second of it. The greatest chains are not those of iron and steel, but of jade and gold.
