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"Are you with the resistance too?" you ask the man in the last cell.

“No I am here because I am the most unlucky man in the world. But I am innocent, I beg you let me out.”

Before you can say or do anything you hear the laughter of your sergeant, surprised you look back at him. “This man” he points to the first cell “is a food hoarder. This proclamation states that he is to locked in the stocks outside the gatehouse every day with this hung around his neck.” He points to a heavy chain linking two very old and hard loaves of bread that hangs next to a slender whip. “And this one tried to avoid the draft of able bodied men by dressing like a woman. He too is to be locked in the stocks, but backwards with his dress pulled up so passerby’s can lash him with the training whip.” He shuffles through the document on the desk, I don’t see anything about the last cell.

“Of course not” the third prisoner says over the protests from the other two men. “ I am here because I collected the finest string of pearls from all over the known world. These men took advantage of the lawless situation and stole them from me, keeping me locked in here so I could not protest to the Regent or the city council.”

“They risked **** you for one string of pearls? Those must be worth a fortune” your tone is slightly disbelieving, but if a chain of pearls worth a fortune was lying around, you certainly wanted to know more about it.

“They are, they are. Three dark skinned Amazons from Nubia; a pair of golden skinned twins brought all the way from the spice filled far East. From the deserts in the south I found a woman whose belly can mesmerize you as she dances. There is a teen so flexible that she can wrap both her heels behind her neck and a woman with breasts the size of her head. These women were taken from me because I am cursed with bad fortune; if this was my only loss I would except the fates of the gods.

However, that is not the worst of my losses. The most exotic beauty of all is a princess, her hair is the whitest white and there is no color anywhere on her body. She spoke no language I understood when I rescued her from brigands, and it took me a whole year to find a scholar from Alexandria who spoke her ancient tongue. This angel is a princess, descended from refugees who escaped from the destruction of Atlantis by the grace only of Poseidon." As the merchant recites the wonders of his merchandise you recognize the practiced pitch of a salesman. You've heard similar claims before at carnivals and bazaars.

"Oh woe is me, I am the victim of my own ability. If only I collected ordinary slaves, I might have been ignored, but these are girls fit for the harem of a prince. For prizes like these the mercenaries risked **** me. Imagine nine of the most beautiful maidens from the four corners of the world, all of them just blossoming into womanhood between the tender young ages of fifteen to nineteen. Stolen from me, they were like my very own daughters, all virgins each and every one of them, but by now who knows how basely they have been used. I must be compensated for my loss. Please, you must take me to your commander. I will pay you for your efforts."