Fenris' lips curl into a sneer. He can feel the anger bubbling in him, the dark shadow of his memories with Danarius looming up around him. How many other slaves had he seen suffer for the whims of a magsiter? When one wants to make an example of them.

"I wish I could say I'm surprised. Magisters know no limits to their barbarism- especially when they can disguise it as discipline."

He wishes he could kill men like that twice. Unfortunately, the once will have to do.

"I will see to it that she is not shown prejudice against her for that. My contact will make sure she will still gain good employment."