His expression darkened the more he thought about the situation. Why were they here and how had they been removed from home and family? The implications were staggering--the kind of power it would take...and who was to say that it wasn't raised in blood?

"The kind who does not fear our power." The kind who could keep them there regardless of whatever feeble flailings they tried to escape. But it was the next thing the man in front of him said that stopped him short.

Worth? "Is this to be about prices, then?" He himself was "worth" quite a bit to anyone who knew what they had their hands on. He didn't intend to make that easy.