Ghislain’s head buzzed as he struggled to hide his bewildered expression. Without holding back, he asked:

“What... what exactly is going on here?”

“What does it look like? We’ve caught some runaway slaves. Lately, there’ve been more of these bastards trying to escape. Did they think they could outrun me?”

Alfoy spat on the ground, exuding the vibe of a petty thug.

“He looked a bit like a proper mage at first, didn’t he?”

Though dim-witted, Alfoy had once carried himself with the arrogant, lofty air typical of mages. But now, that dignity was nowhere to be found.

As Ghislain …