A bead of sweat slid off the tensed brow of a dark haired dragon-born man, chained heavily along a dusty wall alongside others of his kind. He looked straight ahead however, as if to afford the other people bound here even one pair of eyes worth of pride. Looking sternly ahead, he hunched in place, the shackles around his ankles and wrists alone barring any escape, much less to pull on the equally heavy links of the chain. From his field of vision, he only cared to look at the dusty, well trampled ground. He knew there was cobblestone beneath it all, but primarily the blanket of dust tracked in by passerby was what was seen. And the various feet that kicked up so many clouds dominated the scene as well. Closely to his right, two pairs of feet shuffled and swayed, voices attached to them. "It's name is Mathias, about 27 years? We named him, he's pretty tight lipped, but he'll do work. One hell of a fighter." "I'll say. He's been back up for sale three times this month." This pair of feet's statement was accentuated by a quick tap. "He's like any other one of the scaly bastards, you need to have a strong hand or they get wily." The selling feet approached and Mathias let out a feral hiss, the sound of scales moving together as he wrapped the great heft of his tail around himself defensively. "See? He knows who's in charge" The feet assure.