Rhae left Halatir alone for most of their continued journey. She would bring him food, but they would scarcely exchange words, and she would leave as quickly as she would come. She would usually not come alone, but Halatir seemingly never even looked at at anyone else, as if they weren’t even there. He would not speak with anyone else either, for no one else cared about him. He was a burden in everyone’s eyes.
In a few days time, seagulls could be heard from the outside of the ship, and the ship would come in to port not too long after. Again, footsteps hurried about on the top deck as Halatir waited in his cage, locked up like an animal, with nothing else to do but think about his losses.
Eventually thought, hatches were opened, and Halatir’s cage was lifted out of the cargo hold, and put on to the wooden pier. And just like that, the world around him was as if turned upside down. There was no cold northern wind, only weak warm drafts that shuffled the leafs of many exotic looking trees, none of which were evergreen pines. He found himself in a rather large town on a river, and in its currently very busy port. The architecture and general look of this place was utterly alien, as were its people. How different the world looked when the streets were filled with Niirai and their elaborate fashion sense.
Halatir sat in his cage for a little while longer until three Niirai began pacing towards him with intent. He recognised two of them. The first was Rhae, the second was the ship’s captain, which he had seen one or twice where he boasted how he was the captain. But the third one he did not recognise. The third Niirai was wearing white robes and was carrying what looked like a thin piece of wood with a manifest pinned to it. They all came to a halt at Halatir’s cage, and the administrative looking elf asked, ‘‘And this slave?’’, to which both Rhae and the captain unanimously replied with ‘‘Mine.’’, and then immediately glared at each other.
The elf in robes raised both eyebrows at that response from both of them, and gave both of them a rather confused look. Turning from one to the other, as they were on his left and right.
‘‘I bought him from a slaver in Nigardheim, he belongs to me.’’ Rhae stated rather bitterly, but the captain was in an even fouler mood.
’‘I told ya woman, this piece of cargo was liberated on one of my runs, where i keep what i find, so back off, and be thankful i don’t charge ye’ for bringing yer’ pretty little face back ere’ with me!’’ the captain coughed.
’‘You didn’t liberate him, as you did not liberate my ship, but that of a human captain, and have kept his cargo. This elf was not his cargo, but my servant. That is what slaves are, isn’t it? Servants?’’ Rhae insisted.
The captain laughed, ‘‘He served ya’ while imprisoned, did he?’’
’‘Its complicated!’’ she yelled, and then the robed elf intervened.
’‘Listen you two, if you don’t decide who it belongs to, this will be taken to court. And if neither of you can submit a righteous claim that this elf is indeed property of either, then he will be taken by the state.’’ he explained, swung his manifest under his arm, ‘‘And neither of you will probably ever see him again, nor what he is worth.’’ and barged off.