Specialization

 _I'm not a rebellious cunt, master. I wish to make you proud, that's the only important thing in my life. But I was breed on a slave-farm, born to be a premium slave-fighter girl! You know that: "the highest percentage of giant blood allowed by the league" chanted the Merchant who sold me "daughter of Mirag the Red Hermaphrodite, most famous slave-fighter in his generation", he said, you where there master !  I am good to nothing else, I'm afraid. 

   _You are mistaken, girl. You belong to me now, and you will be good to serve me as any kind of slave I want you to be. What I want you to be is a pleasure slave: that is what you are from now on: because I am saying so. 





    According to Altair's opinion the most cruel aspect of slavery is the slave-farm institution. They are relatively rare, most slaves either are born from slave-girls working in more normal contexts or have been free women once captured and slaved, but there is a small number of specialized institutions dedicated to breed slaves for specific purposes. Some farms sell those slaves for Training Houses when they reach 2 year others make the training themselves, but in all cases this slaves are a exception for the predominant rule that says that "children are children". For most practical purposes a 6 years old slave still live the same life the 6 years old free child nearby, except for the slave children breed on slave-farms. 

    When Shirshan faced it's Misfortune Day the value of fight slavegirls felt to a endless abyss, leaving numerous slavers in desperation. That situation give some dimension to Altair's words about the overspecialization of slaves. 

    Shirshan had been obsessed by female slave-fighters for thousand years. It was the only place on the surface of Sharitarn where this sport was not a eventual eccentricity but a public passion. Not even the citizens of Dradinu, know by their love for non magical combats both with and without weapons, shared the interest for fighting slavegirls manifested by the citizens of Green Poison. From day to night, so to speak, the slavegirls born to be fighters became impossible to sell. 

    The slave merchants who had this sort of expensive product in stock needed to cut their losses. Most decided to sell the girls for Peasant Castes, for heavy labor. To our friend here on the other hand, who was luck enough to have only one prize slave-fighter girl on his hands, occurred a different idea. 

    Instead of pass the girl on to the first buyer for a few penny he decided to keep her for himself.