Zeke didn’t have to wait long for a human to be brought before him. Evidently, human Slaves were quite common around here.

With furrowed brows, he scrutinized the boy. He appeared to be around eight years old, with the caramel-colored skin typical of Korrovan natives. His body was thin, bordering on skeletal, a common sight in Undercity. Fortunately, there were no other visible signs of mistreatment on his body. Not that Zeke could be sure without the use of his Magic.

The boy’s breathing quickened as he cast nervous glances around the dimly lit room. It was evident he was afraid of what lay ahead. And understandably so. Being summoned into the council chamber wasn’t likely to be a positive sign.

Zeke smiled gently at the boy. “What is your name?”

The boy met Zeke's gaze and took a step closer. The presence of another human appeared to be the only solace he could find in this perilous situation. “My name is Anand, sir,” he whispered fearfully.

Zeke lowered himself to one knee to match his eye level. “You don’t have to be afraid, Anand. I asked for you to be brought here, and I will make sure nothing happens to you, ok?”