The man's dark cloak and hood concealed his features. Unusual as it was at the prestigious Vanu'Vadan auction, especially for a buyer of such quality goods. But the man preferred the public anonymity to the occasional recognition. Not that anyone would dare do anything about it, if the knew who he was.
Imperial records listed him as Captain Scales, holder of a letter of marque. He responded to either name. Captain of the Reaver he made a fair profit as a privateer, raiding shipping and collecting bounties on the warships of the Empire's foes. The general public knew him only as a menace. A bloodthirsty monster who's crew had been the terror of the seas for years. Hence the cloak.
It was not the first time Scales had been to a slave auction. Some of his best crewmen were former slaves. And he thought that this new purchase would be a valuable addition to his crew. So he was eager to collect the...
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