"Swiftly do stars burn a path across the sky,
Hast'ning to place one last kiss upon your eye.
Tenderly land enfolds you in slumber,
Softening the rolling thunder.
Dagger now sheathed, bow no longer tense.
During this, your last hour, only silence."

A feeling of nervous excitement washed over the elf as Fen'Fael paced back and forth before the door to the outside world. He was feeling impatient and wondered what was taking so long for Velius to meet him so they could go out as had been promised the night before.
He almost felt like a puppy waiting to go for a walk with its owner. A thought that displeased him, but at the same time he could not deny it. It surely felt that way with how eager he was to venture out and to see for himself what life was like outside. He had not been able to go out with either of the other humans and Velius had kept him inside for a good while too. For an elf who was more accustomed to forests and open spaces this was a difficult time for Fen'Fael.

It seemed like forever before Velius appeared on top of the staircase. He seemed to be holding something in his hands but Fen'Fael couldn't quite make it out at first. It wasn't until Velius had reached the bottom of the stairs before he realised what it was: a leash of some kind.
Fen'Fael hissed openly and gave the other man a pointed look, "do you expect me to wear that?"
"You can stay here if you want. Otherwise yes. At least until I can trust you not to run off." Velius replied calmly.
Fen'Fael wrinkled his nose. He felt even more like an animal now. He shifted on the spot, unsure if he wanted to put up with such a demeaning thing or if staying inside the house forever was a more logical situation after all.
Velius seemed to notice the elf's discontent and lifted a hand to give the other an almost comforting stroke to the cheek, "the sooner you get use to these things the faster you can uphold your end of the bargain to protect me, and the sooner I can safely find and help your family." He said soothingly, "otherwise you'll be stuck with me for a lot longer."

Fen'Fael gave a frown and looked off to the side in an irritable mood however, he gave a very quick nod to Velius to show he understood the situation. He may not have liked it, but if this was to save his family then he would put aside his pride and wear whatever he needed to.
A strange sensation washed over him as Velius carefully placed a leather collar around Fen'Fael's neck. It made him shudder.
"There has been magic cast upon it, mostly to keep your own magic in check, but also so that you cannot take it off. Not without the correct prompt anyway." Velius explained though Fen'Fael found it hard to judge the man's motive or emotions behind why he was being told any of this. It did not seem like the other wished him distress, yet why else would it even be mentioned?
Then he realised something, "I do not recall ever mentioning my magic," he said raising a questioning eyebrow.
"You haven't kept it hidden either," Velius replied, a smile sweeping over his lips before he continued, "though I know a lot about you, regardless."
"How much?" Fen'Fael questioned, seeming uneasy about the whole thing. He knew hardly anything about Velius, except that he had a great deal of influence in the city.

Velius buckled up the collar and then attached the rope to a metal hoop. The rope was rather long but not long enough to give a whole lot of distance between them.
"More than enough." Was the humans only response to Fen'Fael's question. It was almost as if the man was hiding more than he gave away, and that was a dangerous thing. Fen'Fael took note of what it could mean. It either implied that Velius knew too much which would be bad, or that he was lying in hopes that Fen'Fael would slip up and mention more about himself than he currently wished. Either way he felt at a true disadvantage.

"Shall we go then, my little one?" Velius said, putting a hand to the lock of the door. A sound of what seemed to be unlocking rang through the hall and Fen'Fael realised the whole house was enchanted to keep people in. He could not be sure if it was magic or dwarven runes that enabled such as both were known to grant such abilities, it could even be both for all he knew. Either way it meant he would not be allowed to come and go as he pleased. Though this, he knew already.

Fen'Fael had to stop often to allow Velius to catch up with him so that the leash didn't pull at his neck. He never imagined that the city would have seemed so wonderful to see. The sights and smells were like nothing he had ever experienced before and he had never seen so many people in one place before. It was an experience he would never forget, that much he knew.
Surprisingly there were hardly as many elven people around as he thought there may have been, but the ones he did see were far too busy to take notice of him as they scuttled around quickly and quietly. Almost as to avoid any notice to themselves.

Those that did take note of Fen'Fael made more effort to stay out of the way. Some seemed afraid of him and others had pity in their eyes. He stared back at them. Unsure if he should put much thought into their responses towards his appearance.
The reactions towards Velius was even more curious to Fen'Fael it was as if they didn't even pay him any attention other than to make sure they were not hindering his path. It seemed odd that they almost seemed to either not care about his presence or otherwise were trying not to get his attention by being as out of the way as possible.
Velius, on the other hand, was amused by the reactions of both the other slaves but mostly by Fen'Fael's. It always amused him to see his wild barbaric slaves take notice of the city born ones and he smirked broadly while watching his pet elf.
Velius gave the elf a few moments to take it all in before he encouraged the move forward. He had somewhere to be, after all.

Upon arrival to the building that Velius had chosen, an older man greeted the man with a respectable greeting and a formal bow. He spoke in a language that Fen'Fael couldn't understand. He simply assumed it was Tevinter, or whatever the language was named.
The elder male gave Fen'Fael a strange look before heading towards a desk further back into the shop. He returned with some measuring tape and without even caring if the elf minded he began to take Fen'Fael's measurements.
Apparently Fen'Fael was to be given proper clothes. This wasn't what Fen'Fael expected but he was glad of it. The ones he was wearing were far too big for him as Velius had thrown away the ripped and bloodied ones from before.

The old man spoke more gibberish and looked Fen'Fael up and down critically before saying in the common tongue, "he looks pretty good all things considered. But I can't tell why you amuse yourself with dirt like this filthy knife ear. One raised here would be just as good and easier to deal with in the long run."
Fen'Fael took offence of the knife ear comment and uttered a low growl.
The old man took Fen'Fael's chin into his hand, ignoring the elf's growl, "he looks good, but that is his only redeeming quality."
Velius laughed and rubbed Fen'Fael's head, "but a city born one would never growl at anyone, and I do need him to be intimidating, otherwise he isn't any use to me."
The growling stopped as Fen'Fael looked off to the side, he seemed to grow more annoyed with the two but at the same time it only made him feel even more like a stray dog than before. He wanted to protest but before he could say anything he was ushered into a small room, the rope removed and given some underclothes to put on. They were basic and plain but fitted rather well.

"The armour you requested in the letter will need to be modified a slight as to fit correct but it shall not take overly long. He is simply a little taller than expected." The old man said as he dragged out what Fen'Fael could only stare at. It was elvish armour or at least a close remake of one.
He gave a puzzled glance to Velius but could not quite make out why he had chosen this particular set. He moved to take a closer look, standing in nothing but his pants. He was surprised to see that it was much lighter looking than the usual warrior armour that his clan used yet it looked just as strong if not more so.

The old man said something again in Tevinter, a smirk falling upon his face. He glanced at Fen'Fael and then back to Velius, who waved him off with a chuckle. Velius replied in the same tongue and gave a shrug.
It annoyed the elf as he felt they were talking about him yet he couldn't understand any of it. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the two humans with no amusement showing on his face. He didn't like the thought that they may be up to something, or perhaps was mocking him.
Fen'Fael found his right arm being pulled outwards as the older gentleman seemingly inspected it and then his body. The elf felt even more paranoid now as he felt like he was under some kind of scrutiny and being judged on his looks alone. He may have the magic skills to know how to use a sword as well as his magic but he was still no real warrior. His skills relied on magic more than brute strength.

"I had no idea a man who made armour would be able to judge a man's ability to fight," he said with a cocky tone. This merely made the two humans to laugh as if Fen'Fael had made some kind of joke. This annoyed him further.
The old man smirked at Velius, "I take it he is not 'yours' yet then."
"No, but you can see why I picked him."
"Oh certainly. There is no mistake as to why. If I were into that sort of thing or if he were female, I think I would make him mine too. Why do you wait, though?"
Fen'Fael became more confused as the two talked. Technically wasn't he already Velius' property? Not that he liked the term, but that's what he was to these two and any other human in this city. Their chat made no sense.
He frowned at the two humans but both paid no attention to him. Soon the elder one set back to working on the armour but the two continued to talk. Most of it was about unimportant things that did not interest Fen'Fael in the slightest.
After the armour was fixed the old man made Fen'Fael try it on, making sure the measurements were correct. Once happy with it Fen'Fael was allowed to wear it out of the store. Velius paid what was owed and the two of them continued down the streets, Fen'Fael being led by the rope.