Ajusting his sight from the slave-girl in front of him, Ekatran turned back to the cauldron to take out another name. He pulled a piece of paper from the dark mass and held it out in front of him.
Slowly he read aloud the number, elongating each digit, watching the slaves torment at the full number being slowly revealed. Looking out into the crowd he focused his attention to one small figure, one holding a bundle, perhaps a child? His eyes narrowed as he caught her sight.
"Haven" he spoke deeply watching her facial expression change. Whatever else she had been expecting of tonight, it was certainly not to hear her name being said aloud by Ekatran.
As two of the Easterlings started to make their way into the crowds towards Haven, Ekatran raised a hand to them. "Wait" he bellowed through the halls. He was holding another piece of paper in his hand. A third name and number. A smug smile crept across Lord Ekatran's face, one that was well known among those in Nurn.
"Desolyn"
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