You heard the demand, The Lawn.

[Lammy]

A battle was fought in the west, just above the settlement, Serenity, with the owner and the slave. The owner, crossed, gave a simple instruction. Fight, and you will live, but if I capture you, you die.

And as any one with freedom did, he fought, but the hands of the master seized him. All that remains of the slave, Winterfrost, was a small bag with squished parts due to gravity magic. The bones and sinew dislocated, muscles loose of blood. The only thing noteworthy was the silver hair of the Winter Mutant.

May this be a sign for those that dare to speak on the dealings of Doth'ral so keenly. For a slave is not above a master. And they do not have the rights to talk when it is not demanded.